Jeepers --- I get 43 msg with my 1986 Chevy Sprint, that always starts, doesn't burn any oil, and rides rock-steady at 70 mph on the freeway. Plus I can haul lumber, bricks, furniture with it, cause its a hatchback. Not to mention driving it home from work through the middle of Hurricane Isabel last year.
Hybrid, schmybrid. Who needs all that pointless complexification? 3 cylinders, 43 hp (yum!), and 1300 lb curb weight works for me! They used to make cars like this --- why not any more?
And don't give me poop about the dreaded 'highway safety' bug-a-boo. I don't ask more of my car than it can give, I drive defensively, and I feel no particular urge to prove my manhood on the road (I had a kid instead --- much more fun!) Plus, I err on the side of caution by assuming everyone else is driving like an idiot. So far, I've not been disappointed.
Who really *needs* hundreds and hundreds of hp anyhow --- and for what? I get my groceries home jast as reliably as the nervous wispy woman in the huge SUV next to me who looks uncomfortably like she's driving an apartment building. But it only costs me $8 to fill my tank.
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Jeepers --- I get 43 msg with my 1986 Chevy Sprint, that always starts, doesn't burn any oil, and rides rock-steady at 70 mph on the freeway. Plus I can haul lumber, bricks, furniture with it, cause its a hatchback. Not to mention driving it home from work through the middle of Hurricane Isabel last year.
Hybrid, schmybrid. Who needs all that pointless complexification? 3 cylinders, 43 hp (yum!), and 1300 lb curb weight works for me! They used to make cars like this --- why not any more?
And don't give me poop about the dreaded 'highway safety' bug-a-boo. I don't ask more of my car than it can give, I drive defensively, and I feel no particular urge to prove my manhood on the road (I had a kid instead --- much more fun!) Plus, I err on the side of caution by assuming everyone else is driving like an idiot. So far, I've not been disappointed.
Who really *needs* hundreds and hundreds of hp anyhow --- and for what? I get my groceries home jast as reliably as the nervous wispy woman in the huge SUV next to me who looks uncomfortably like she's driving an apartment building. But it only costs me $8 to fill my tank.