I have this recurring dream where I'm in the middle of nowhere and, just after passing a sign that reads "NEXT SERVICES 98 MILES", followed by a McDonald's logo and a Chevron symbol and -- at the very bottom of the sign, the afterthought, "GOOD LUCK!" -- I am prompted to look down at my gas gauge. It's riding half-way between a quarter of a tank and EMPTY, leaving me to ask myself, "If I slow from 70 to 50 mph, can I make it 98 more miles?"
It's then I ponder why the only gas indicated on the road sign is that of a Chevron station up ahead when I remember our secretary of state, Condoleezza Rice, as a former Chevron oil executive and former Chevron "oil tanker." And I wonder if there's any connection? "What happened to all the Texaco, Shell and Citgo gas stations?" I ask myself.
Suddenly it occurs to me: "This is the 21st Century. Whereas gasoline was our liberator in the20th Century, it is now our oppressor!"
I pause for a moment's self-adoration at such profound thought. Patting myself on the back, I'm gloating with pride! Then it hits me what this all implies. Tightening my grip on the steering wheel, I realize I'm not going to make it 98 more miles before my car takes its last gasp for gas and dies. I truly am on the threshold of a whole new world!