My favorite part of the jersey? The print around the collar: EAT FOOD CHOP WOOD RIDE BIKE
Say hello to my little slippery friend, a 1999 Saturn SL. It slips through the air like a hair and it goes through gas like my... well, let's just say it's very economical. The little banker in me says, "Oh, how very practical."
So what, exactly, brought this little gem into my life, you may ask? How about 40mpg? A +50mpg Prius it's not, but it's also about one-sixth the price and recovering $2900 by not driving an 18mpg Jeep could happen quite quickly at $3.50/gallon. And just what, exactly, does $2900 get you? Well, frankly, it's more impressive to list everything this plastic-wrapped beauty doesn't have: No more than 4 cylinders, no more than 100 horsepower, no automatic transmission, no power windows, no power door locks, no power seats, no power steering, no passenger side mirror, no adjustable headrests, not sure about power brakes, but let's just say there aren't any, no CD player, no metal body panels other than the hood, roof, and top of the trunk, no gross vehicle weight over 2500 lbs, and best of all, no complaining about high gas prices and no regret or remorse travelling almost 500 miles on 12 piddly gallons of petrol. Perfect.
Oh, and I also should mention that I've been learning to kayak.
What?! What about the fear of doom and demise at the hands of relentless, pounding, frothing, churning whitewater?! Well, that's just a mental thing I have to get over. And after two separate sessions in the Jackson Rec Center Pool during "Kayakee Night" (that's kayaks and music sing-a-longs mixed together), I'm ready to meet Mr. Snake River upon my trusty, but yet unfamiliar 24" wide water vessel: a rented sea kayak from Rendezvous River Sports.
All this, in preparation for my full-blown assault on this year's Pole Pedal Paddle. Grrrrrrrrr... Woof! Woof! Woof!