The story is a little dated CT8. I grew up in a double income family and spent my summers at a resort town on a lake. Too young for a driver's license, but I had the key to the motor boat. My dad, the ultimate cheapskate, still living in the glory days of the depression, would never leave more than a gallon of gas in the tank, so my friends and I would have to ("Use your own money for gas if you want to use the boat!") find an income source. Coins back then had a high silver content. After my parents passed, I was cleaning out the old cabin and found my speaker magnet on a string. Now I'm going to go through my change and see if Loonies and Twoonies are magnetic.
The marina on the lake sold 20:1 or optional 24:1 premix for about 35 cents a gallon, so if we could scrape together a couple of bucks between us, we could run around all day. (40HP Johnson, 16 foot aluminum)