I was filling up the Mail Jeep the other day….the “Mail Jeep”….very official….and realized as a I felt the weight of the gas begin to weigh down the back of the Jeep and move me a little even when I was stopped at the pump…that I REALLY LOVE GASOLINE.

Of course, it’s a love/hate relationship.

Part of me wishes that I did something where I could ride my bicycle everywhere I needed to go.

I’d like to live in a way that I could walk to get all my groceries….work at home….rideshare….be a “totally green man”.

I’d like to live in a way that was gentle to the Earth.

Maybe, I’d fly a solar-powered hovercraft.

There is a lot that I could do that would be better.

But, for now….GASOLINE ROCKS!!!

I say, “GASOLINE ROCKS”….and the ice caps are melting and the sea level is rising and things are changing….but I still like being carried wherever I go….carried in a big metal box with rubber wheels that outweighs me by….a bunch of bigger numbers.

I guess that I embrace what I don’t know how to avoid.

I have to drive around if I’m going to bring all this mail to THE PEOPLE.

I am made to serve….and I need to consume to do it.

Gasoline! It carries me on my route….and it carries me to the mountains….to the meadow….where my heart mends (sorry, GAR)….lots of places.

Now, I could be actively pursuing a green lifestyle.

I could quit my job and campaign to be the head of a major environmental organization.

But….I’m afraid I’d have to drive or fly everywhere so that the people could be exposed to all my green wisdom.

I can’t beat this gas rap.

And to top it all off….at some point, Jenny will say, “Was that you? Did you just…..?!”

That’s a different kind of gas, I guess.

Methane powered vehicles!! Maybe that’s the way to go?

I’ve heard that “grease cars” smell like french fries.

What do “methane cars” smell like?

Who knows.

What I do know is that some of my best experiences started with putting it in and pumping some gas….and driving, driving, driving.

So…I love gasoline.

I don’t love what it is….I don’t like how we get it….I hate how we can’t seem to stop using it.

(The earth will collapse in on itself like an empty puffball because of all the fracking. One minute, we’ll be driving around on the newly thinned out crust, and the next minute we’ll be imploding straight to Hades. That doesn’t sound good to me.)

Gasoline runs the world.

Gasoline runs my world of motorvation.

I’m going to zip around while I still can.

I’m going to hurtle through space in my big metal box.

I’m going to listen to the radio really loud to cover up the road noise.

I’m going to go somewhere else.

Thanks, gasoline!

“gasoline” Britney Spears