My wife and I don't get to the movies very often, but we were talking for months about going to see the new Indiana Jones flick. Then, those who went before us had a warning: Don't waste your $9.
Wait, what did they say? The movies are $9 per ticket?!!! Definitely not going now, especially with the reviews I've been hearing from people I trust making it sound like Rocky V.
So instead of the relief from day-to-day monotony found in a cinema, I took my fly rod and waders and took off toward Delta, stopping just short of the hamlet for a little Sulphur and Rusty Spinner action on Muddy Creek near Bruce. I already paid for my fishing license, so it was free.
Well, pretty much free. It used to be pretty much free.
But then I got curious. I hit the little button on my odometer that counts miles traveled in a trip before I left. It said 61.5 or something like that when I got back to York around 10 p.m. So how much did that trip cost me?
(Just in gas, of course. I try not to think about how much my fly fishing gear has cost me, especially considering I've only caught two fish this year.)
OK, quick math time. Everyone knows Route 74 is not exactly a cruise control highway, so let's say I got like 20 miles per gallon with my Chevy Tracker. And gas, when I filled up, was $3.85.
Here is the formula: (3.85 / 20) X 61.5
I don't like my answer. Needless to say, it's more than that movie ticket. Do a little detective work yourself with this formula and let us know how much your "pretty much free" entertainment is really costing you in a world of expensive gas.
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