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Randy Kirchhof: “Have a look at this, from the CIA
World Factbook.
Now find the United
States on it.”
ETHANOL
David D’Antonio: “Steve Baker says that a large
chain of Canadian gas stations has converted to 10% ethanol. While it might not get to 40 below here in Eastern
Massachusetts, stickers on the all the gas pumps I’ve seen have heralded the
changeover from MTBE to (up to)
10% ethanol.”
Richard
Factor: “Using my
arguably excessive driving, Stephen Gilbert makes an important
point. As he says, I ‘still used 632
gallons of gas in a 20 month period.’
But I also saved that amount
simply by getting a Prius. To save most of the second 50% – the 632 gallons I did use – I would have stop going to
work. (Would this wreck the
economy? Not in my case!) This points up an interesting dichotomy: On the one hand, ‘Hey, Jack – this is America and I
can do what I want.’ But on the other,
consider that virtually every driver on the road – commuting, vacationing,
delivering – is spending those minutes or hours or days WISHING HE WERE
SOMEWHERE ELSE. If that doesn't DEFINE ‘senseless
waste of human life’ I don't know what does.
Maybe the most productive way to protect the environment is to seriously
reconsider how much of this to-ing and fro-ing is really necessary.
As you’ve mentioned, hybrids are wasted on those such as you who are
able to work at home. Perhaps high-speed
communications links, ‘telepresence’ equipment, and other
innovative ways to avoid travel can be as much of a boon as is the hybrid
vehicle in reducing pollution.”
F Perhaps. Though for some people, I think there's no
place they’d sometimes rather be than
in their cars between work and home, listening to the CD of a KISS tribute band
(or Jersey Boys), away
from the capricious boss, the insane coworkers, the angry customers, the
screaming children, and the nagging spouse – although I would not know about any
of that because I work alone, my partner never nags, and our dozen nieces and
nephews are an unalloyed joy.