by emersonbiggins » Fri 25 May 2007, 12:12:33
A LOT of what he is doing is illegal, or at least unsafe:
*tailgating 18 wheelers
*turning corners at unsafe speeds (52 MPH!?)
*driving 50 MPH (right lane at least) on a divided, limited-access highway
*rolling through stop signs
I find it funny that he still lives in suburban Chicago (actually, halfway between Chicago and Milwaukee) and commutes 2 hours to work. While apparently proferring the Bin Laden-Saudi-oil wealth link as a reason for his miserly behavior, he seems to think that the American way of life is still non-negotiable, if only we'd adopt his behavior.
I can imagine the accidents we would begin to see if even an insignificant percentage of drivers begin to adopt his ways.
Turning the A/C off and coasting down hills, though, seem like reasonable enough suggestions.
Best paragraph in the whole article:
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'i') stay at wayne's home, part of a modern suburban development between Chicago and Milwaukee on Lake Michigan's western shore. It's not the kind of place where people drive compact cars, much less hybrids. "There's a Hummer over there," Wayne says after we step inside, pointing to a neighbor's house beyond his microwave. "And there's a Hummer over there," he says, pointing past his TV, the largest flat-screen I've ever seen outside of a sports bar. In the kitchen with us is Hobbit—he prefers that to his real name—another visitor who is staying at Wayne's house while attending Hybridfest. Hobbit has a patchy beard and a braided ponytail and travels in bare feet. He looks and thinks like the ecoradical you might expect a hypermiler to be and confesses he's surprised by Wayne's home and lifestyle. "I thought you'd be living like a college student," he says.
Here's a close second:
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', '"')Buckle up tight, because this is the death turn," says Wayne. Death turn? We're moving at 50 mph. Wayne turns off the engine. He's bearing down on the exit, and as he turns the wheel sharply to the right,
the tires squeal—which is what happens when you take a 25 mph turn going 50. Cathy, Terry's wife, who is sitting next to me in the backseat, grabs my leg. I grab the door handle. As we come out of the 270-degree turn, Cathy says, "I hope you have upholstery cleaner."