Without fuel, they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed...
Well, people are already starting to dicker and trade away their low-utility trinkets and gee-gaws to keep their last V-8 Interceptors and Humungus-chariots running on the "white line nightmare" that Mr. Eisenhower set up the speed-the-military-from-one-place-to-another Autobahn-wannabe:
abc7.com: Record Gas Prices Rise Even Higher
With gas prices so high, some people are selling their possessions to buy gas to put in their cars. So far, people are pawning their watches, DVD's, CD's, video games and jewelry. They are telling shop owners they need the money to buy gas.
One pawnshop owner in Virginia says business at her store has doubled since gas prices have risen and she expects her business to grow as long as gas prices rise.
What happens when their last marginal unit of their Toby Keith CD collection is sitting in the window at the shylock shop down the street? Do they start trading away their essentials, just to keep their fast steel rolling down the black concrete snake?
Mobil Exxon run Bartertown. Royal Dutch Shell run Bartertown.
Embargo lifted?