Chess World
Out of Gas
September 20th, 2008
Nashville and the entire Middle Tennessee area is experiencing a severe gas shortage. 85% of Nashville area stations are out of fuel, and long lines of desperate motorists fill the few stations still pumping.
WKRN News 2, reports:
Mike Williams, executive director of the Tennessee Petroleum Council, said until refineries damaged in Hurricane Ike are up and running, drivers will continue to see problems at the pump.
“We’re in a very unusual circumstance right now where the refineries aren’t operating at full capacity,” he told News 2 earlier this week. “Tennessee depends mostly on a pipeline that comes from Houston to
New Orleans to Atlanta to Chattanooga to Nashville and Knoxville. That’s where most of our gasoline comes from.” (Source)
Police have been directing traffic at some stations as traffic backs up onto major roads and even Interstate highways.
The Tennessean reports of drivers tempers flaring at the pumps, but speaking from personal experience today I found people to be in good spirits, friendly and even helpful.
Your mileage may vary.
Tags: Fuel, Gas, Nashville, Shortage
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September 20th, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Thanks for posting the article, was certainly a great read!
September 20th, 2008 at 3:41 pm
all of us idiots buying into the fear based media… if you stop buying the prices go back down… btw don’t change your driving habits to conserve. thats just crazy… drain it all keep driving your just driving us closer to my dream….
I remember The Road Warrior. The man we called “Max”. To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. 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. Men like Max. The warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again…
September 28th, 2008 at 6:06 am
thats it, dude