Iggy is the college buddy who was kind enough to drive cross-country with me in the Mercedes, begging for waste freedom fry oil from restaurants along the way. He was co-pilot and fix-it guy, and is a central figure in Greasy Rider. So why does he deserve to be hated? Namely because of his powder-blue truck. Before the trip, he was a petro-guzzling, environment-ignoring, tree-slaugthering everydude. Afterward, he bought this diesel F-250 and converted it to run on fry oil. It gets 12 glorious miles to the gallon, the bed can hold five tons of weight, and he's thinking of putting a snow plow on it. (He can have a side business of plowing driveways, and not have any fuel costs. Imagine! Reason number 10 gazillion why renewable energy will help, not hurt, our pocketbooks.) Meanwhile, my rear-wheel-drive Mercedes doesn't like the snow, can barely fit my son's tricycle in back, and if more than two people are sitting in it, the rear-end sags hopelessly. Oh yes, I hate him. (You can see him standing next to the truck. See how smug he looks?)Friday, September 5, 2008
Everybody Hates Iggy (Or at Least You Should, for My Sake)
Iggy is the college buddy who was kind enough to drive cross-country with me in the Mercedes, begging for waste freedom fry oil from restaurants along the way. He was co-pilot and fix-it guy, and is a central figure in Greasy Rider. So why does he deserve to be hated? Namely because of his powder-blue truck. Before the trip, he was a petro-guzzling, environment-ignoring, tree-slaugthering everydude. Afterward, he bought this diesel F-250 and converted it to run on fry oil. It gets 12 glorious miles to the gallon, the bed can hold five tons of weight, and he's thinking of putting a snow plow on it. (He can have a side business of plowing driveways, and not have any fuel costs. Imagine! Reason number 10 gazillion why renewable energy will help, not hurt, our pocketbooks.) Meanwhile, my rear-wheel-drive Mercedes doesn't like the snow, can barely fit my son's tricycle in back, and if more than two people are sitting in it, the rear-end sags hopelessly. Oh yes, I hate him. (You can see him standing next to the truck. See how smug he looks?)