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Every time I drive my Volt, I think about a guy I once knew -- a guy with a smooth V6 under his feet and a manual transmission in hand.
This guy spent his life in the left lane, weaving around slow-moving cars and trucks, annoyed by those who dared the speed limit or slower. He passed people with reckless abandon, and relished the chance to be first in line at a stop light to stomp those slower than he.
Traffic was a nightmare; the highway a dream. A road with stoplights always avoided, even if it meant double the miles. And the highway--it was required to go, minimum, 10 mph over the speed limit.
The A/C was always set, the fan blowing as fast as can be. Comfort, power, speed ruled all.
This was a guy I once knew.
Now, I think of this new guy -- one who cheers at a slow-moving rig under the speed limit in the right lane--and carefully follows him as far as possible. This guy who maps the slowest roads with the shortest distance between two points. The guy who hopes to be behind someone at a stop light and prays he won't expend more than 20 kWh on an acceleration. The guy who wonders if he "needs" to go beyond the speed limit on the highway, or if he can "get away with" just below it to save a few electrons.
This guy rarely sees the left lane, and, what's more, even avoids highways. He opens his windows, runs the fan at the lowest possible setting, and is always asking -- am I that hot to need the A/C?
This is who I am today. And when I arrive at my destination using 45+ electric miles and not a drop of gas, I am much happier for it.
This guy spent his life in the left lane, weaving around slow-moving cars and trucks, annoyed by those who dared the speed limit or slower. He passed people with reckless abandon, and relished the chance to be first in line at a stop light to stomp those slower than he.
Traffic was a nightmare; the highway a dream. A road with stoplights always avoided, even if it meant double the miles. And the highway--it was required to go, minimum, 10 mph over the speed limit.
The A/C was always set, the fan blowing as fast as can be. Comfort, power, speed ruled all.
This was a guy I once knew.
Now, I think of this new guy -- one who cheers at a slow-moving rig under the speed limit in the right lane--and carefully follows him as far as possible. This guy who maps the slowest roads with the shortest distance between two points. The guy who hopes to be behind someone at a stop light and prays he won't expend more than 20 kWh on an acceleration. The guy who wonders if he "needs" to go beyond the speed limit on the highway, or if he can "get away with" just below it to save a few electrons.
This guy rarely sees the left lane, and, what's more, even avoids highways. He opens his windows, runs the fan at the lowest possible setting, and is always asking -- am I that hot to need the A/C?
This is who I am today. And when I arrive at my destination using 45+ electric miles and not a drop of gas, I am much happier for it.