Apocalyptic Andecdote of the Month
Two nights ago. Western CT. Interstate 84 East.
Mindin' my own business in the left lane in late rush hour traffic, headin' home, at not quite 80. Right lane's full of trucks and trailers. Look in the rearview and here comes a Toyota Prius...fast, has to be doin' 90. Drives right up my tail so's I can't see it's hood. I'm still doin' almost 80. Space opens to my right, I pull over, the Prius blows by...I'm still at about 80.
Vermont plates. John Kerry bumper sticker. Gets off at the very next exit into an expensive residential area.
Gets me to wonderin' about: a.) mileage of a gas/electric hybrid at that speed; and b.) crashworthiness of such a car at such a speed.
Mindin' my own business in the left lane in late rush hour traffic, headin' home, at not quite 80. Right lane's full of trucks and trailers. Look in the rearview and here comes a Toyota Prius...fast, has to be doin' 90. Drives right up my tail so's I can't see it's hood. I'm still doin' almost 80. Space opens to my right, I pull over, the Prius blows by...I'm still at about 80.
Vermont plates. John Kerry bumper sticker. Gets off at the very next exit into an expensive residential area.
Gets me to wonderin' about: a.) mileage of a gas/electric hybrid at that speed; and b.) crashworthiness of such a car at such a speed.
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