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May 20, 2005
A hybrid's distractions
MICHAEL JACKMAN
My wife Dana and I just returned to Louisville, Ky., from a whirlwind
trip to New York City. In fact, it was hard to type this essay because
my hands are still shaking from 14 hours of driving through the
rain and drinking bad roadside coffee at every pit stop.
The point of our excursion was to introduce Dana to relatives and
friends who couldn't make it to our wedding last November. But we
had another purpose, it turned out: to test drive a new hybrid gas/electric
car called the Toyota Prius. We rented this car after our original
rental plans fell through, as all carefully made travel plans tend
to do.
The Prius, we discovered, can be a dangerous car to drive. There
are two reasons for this. The first reason is that many air-conditioning
and audio controls are duplicated on the steering wheel. What's
dangerous is how irritated your spouse gets when she's turning up
the AC and you're turning it down, or when she's turning down the
volume and you're turning it up. On the positive side, these "road
games" help you quickly pass the miles.
Many fancy cars are designed with relationship-enhancing steering
wheel controls. But what they lack is a color touch-screen display
that tells you, up-to-the-minute, how many miles per gallon your
hybrid with synergy drive is getting. This display is so compelling
that I preferred to watch it instead of the road.
"Look," I'd say, "we just went from 45.8 to 46 miles
per gallon!"
"Look," Dana would say, "There's a truck cutting
in front of you!"
"Look," I'd say, "I bet if I put the Prius in neutral
and coasted down this mountain, I could get it up 49 miles per gallon."
I did, by the way. And, in spite of my driving, we arrived in New
York with our bodies and relationship still intact.
After the party, I got to fill in Dana on some of my New York history,
which I did by introducing her to one of my oldest friends, who
also happens to be my first girlfriend. I'm sure that alone made
the two-day drive worth it for her.
Then we visited my aunt and uncle in Brooklyn where, as a bonus,
we got some recipes from the Italian restaurant they used to own.
One, a real relationship pleaser, is called Puttanesca, which is
Italian for "prostitute quick sauce."
All told, Dana seemed to be a hit with my aunt and uncle, my cousins,
who are all lawyers, and even with my first girlfriend, who is now
a Freudian psychoanalyst this is a tough crowd to please.
We even found time to eat some great meals and to see the Empire
State Building.
So I'd have to call the trip a success, meaning that we had fun,
shared 1,600 miles of driving and returned home more intact than
we left. Oh, and we averaged 48 miles per gallon, which, like the
trip, was not miraculous, but turned out much better than expected.
Michael Jackman is a freelance writer and radio commentator
who lives in Louisville, Ky. This piece was first broadcast on WFPL
Louisville, 89.3 FM.
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