As my sixteenth birthday approached, I cared about only one thing: getting my driver’s license. I couldn't wait to finally be able to pick up the keys and drive away by myself—even if it was in my parents’ car. The big day approached, and I passed the exam with flying colors, finally ready to begin my new stage in life as a driver on the road. That’s when the reality hit: I had to pay a cost for that driving freedom—I had to buy gas. I would always find myself watching the gas prices like a hawk, anguishing over each rise in the cost of a gallon. Growing up on the west coast in California, gas prices were always a hot topic for discussion as we Californians were always subjected to the highest gas charges.