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August 26, 2009

Mmmm, Car Exhaust

I was driving down a city street behind a Mercedes. At a stop light I saw it was a diesel and had a bumper sticker that said "This car runs on used vegetable oil." So I rolled down the window and took a deep breath. They must have been telling the truth, because the exhaust from this car smelled DELICIOUS. I tailgated it for six blocks just so I could get more of it.

This story doesn't really have a point, except that it made me hate Ronald Reagan even more than I did already. Here we are, thirty wasted years, millions of blighted lives and one obliterated world trade center later.

—Jonathan Schwarz

Posted at August 26, 2009 07:17 AM

Whaddayaknow, that could maybe even be true:

But don't hate poor Ronnie; hate Poppy Bush and his consiglieri Baker. Ronnie had enough trouble just learning his lines, and even though he had a sickening childish love of moving little armies of contras around a map of central amaerica, weirdly enough he also did take a couple of stabs at abolishing nuclear weapons, which even now almost nobody knows. Or at least the first effort in 81 when he first took office nobody much knows about--I guess that comedy at Reykjavik 6 years later is better known.

But I gotta quit poisoning those fishes--everybody drive with vegetable oil!

And yes, that Jimmy Carter speech reads awfully well these days. It's too bad Langley and Chase Manhattan did him in!

Posted by: N E at August 26, 2009 09:30 AM

Purists prefer Italian sports jobs fueled by cold-pressed extra virgin olive oil. Add some balsamic, a blonde bimbo driver, and you're in traffic heaven.

Posted by: Oarwell at August 26, 2009 09:54 AM

Oarwell, that sounds like it would definitely lead to unlawful multi-tasking while driving.

Posted by: N E at August 26, 2009 10:34 AM

That could have been me, except I am in San Francisco. It is rare to find an early 80's Diesel Benz here that does NOT run on veg. Its some work, though, to stay on top of maintaining and supplying one of these cars.

Posted by: jawad at August 26, 2009 01:22 PM

To bad not many of these are smelling up the East Coast, sitting in traffic for hours and having a car like this will for sure drive fast food sales through the roof!

Posted by: b16 at August 26, 2009 04:01 PM

Those cars usually smell like old fry oil, which beats dino-diesel but still isn't all that great.

But a few weeks ago I was behind one that smelled like GRILLED STEAK. Now that's more like it.

Posted by: Quicksand at August 26, 2009 04:28 PM

meanwhile, somebody in Hoboken, New Jersey is blogging about how she went to visit her friend Susie and on the way back home this strange guy was following her, and "I swear he kept leaning out his car window and smiling. It was weird."

Posted by: grimmy at August 26, 2009 05:28 PM

"meanwhile, somebody in Hoboken . . ."

now that's funny.

Posted by: N E at August 26, 2009 09:01 PM