No, not the Mayan thing. Stop being superstitious.
It’s the end of the hybrid experiment. As I think I’ve pointed this out several times, I drive quite a bit for my job. So in late 2010 I had this brilliant (imbecilic) idea to purchase a Honda Civic hybrid. Don’t misunderstand me, the car did deliver what it promised: mpg constantly near the 40mpg range. However, there is not any another aspect of that vehicle that wasn’t a compromise. Things I will miss (not miss at all) about my old car:
- Sweating in September, even though the A/C was on MAX.
- When the battery was low, how it wouldn’t provide any assist from the electric motor and I’d essentially be driving a 3,500 pound car with 70 horsepower.
- The utter confirmation of Newtonian laws that occurred when I tried to drive myself and 3 other people to lunch.
- And of course (not), all the women hitting on me at traffic lights because it was such a chick magnet.
Let me say this (and excuse my profanity) in the clearest terms: “Fuck Hybrids”.
I am now the proud owner of a conventional gasoline car and I couldn’t be happier. I had forgotten how satisfying it is to press a gas pedal and have the car accelerate. As happy as I am, I can’t think of a way to get to reverse fantasy football from here, so I’ll use my once per season “get out of topic transition” card and just get to my picks for the week.
(see “get out of topic transition” card)”:
Jacksonville’s defense and Greg McElroy.
Also I’m pretty tired and can’t think of anything more creative than “disgusting” for my picks this week, so I’ll use my once per season “get out of closing” card.
So, in closing (see “get out of closing” card)
Man, see “get out of style” card as well apparently.