Lee Gallagher couldn't believe how cheap the petrol was.
$3.70 a gallon in upstate New York worked out at about $1 a litre; in New Zealand it was more than twice that. No wonder Americans drove such inappropriately large cars. He'd always assumed the obsession was some deluded expression of American nationalism, a wide-axled, fuel-injected, patriotic, pissing contest. Maybe a new Hummer made sense, after all.
Gallagher is a 27-year-old marketing executive who moved to New York from his home town of Christchurch. In his first few weeks on American soil, he borrowed his American in-laws' car, oblivious to the politics of the pump.
And it seemed that, in this land of comparatively puny pump prices, Gallagher had somehow discovered the puniest. It was a station off a motorway, close to home, where the gas came cheaper than anywhere else nearby by almost 20 cents a gallon. Boon!