Well, maybe not quite yet. ABC Radio National host Robyn Williams posed the question the other day: “(Is this) the beginning of the end for cars?” Good question, Robyn. With gas prices going for all-time highs here in the U.S. this summer, I suspect more and more people might be waking up and taking a much harder look at that big hulking hunk of steel in their garage. But are the car’s days truly numbered?
Right around the turn of the the last century (1900), the automobile was still an experimental rich man’s toy. (And yeah, a toy for experimental rich men.) They were expensive and weird and uncommon until after World War One, and before that, seeing one was An Event. By the time we got through World War Two, the automobile was as much a part of the American Scene as Americans themselves. We became, in every way, a Car Culture. And we still are. But will that - could that - come to an end? Maybe later.
With the subject of this blog and my book being peak oil, we have to consider the possibility. Well, I do. You can go watch Hamster Dance again if you want. (I love those little fuzzballs!) Ok, focus… cars… oil. Oh, yeah. So here’s the deal: Yes, the car is in a tough spot right now. Gas is pricey, and quite likely to get more so, and most unlikely to get cheap any time soon. Like, ever again. I’ve long said that the private automobile is not the highest, best use for oil, and I still know that to be true. But there are far worse things we do with oil. There are definitely a few other things that should fall by the wayside first.
Let’s start with the entire commercial airline industry. If the average airliner holds 200 passengers, how many of them really had to make that trip by plane? How many of them really had to get there that fast? I’m guessing pretty much none of them. The airline industry is this coal mine’s canary when it comes to oil. They will be about the first big industry to die. If you hold any airline stock, last year would be a good time to sell it.
Then there’s the cruise industry. At least the airlines go some place. Cruise ships just go out and come back. Sure, they’re fun and exotic and fattening, a great combination, but geez, Louise - look at all the oil going out that smokestack! How long can they keep that up? And wouldn’t a sailing ship make more sense? (And be way cooler?) Yo-ho.
When it comes to just going out and back, private aircraft are often little more than oil-burning ego trips. Literally. More often than not, a private plane takes off and lands at the same airport. They go up, they fly around for a bit, they come back, and they didn’t do a darned thing but burn fuel the whole time. Yeah, that was a great use of oil. Go team.
When I moved to Florida in 1969, the causeways were lined with Hobie Cat sailboats. They were (and still are) the very definition of cool on water to me. Hobie Adler is a genius, and you can tell him I said so if you see him. The thing is, those cats take some skill to sail. Done right, they are fast and a thing of beauty in motion. Done wrong, and they are upside down, (but easily righted). You don’t see too many Hobie Cats out there these days, and I honestly believe that is our loss.
Now it’s all about jet skis, and they suck. Well, they both suck and blow. They suck down oil and gas, and they blow out nasty fumes. And they go nowhere. Where the folks with the Hobies would get out there and go places, the jet skis mostly do circles about 100 yards offshore and that’s it. Whadda waste. I missed seeing the colorful sails and the flying hulls. But it gets worse.
Leaf blowers. There, I said it. The absolute worst possible use for our precious remaining oil resources are the legions of idiotic, noisy gas-powered leaf blowers that rack and ruin the gentle ambiance of every suburban neighborhood every freaking weekend. And I don’t just say that because I like to take afternoon naps. (Well, ok, I sort of do.) Still, leaf blowers are an insane waste of energy. They do nothing; they just blow stuff around. Stuff you should maybe have raked up instead. Duh. I will be so glad when they are gone. Party at my place. Seriously.
Ah, but the car? (Remember? The car?) Well, there’s a good chance all of this other stuff will fall by the wayside long before you see your last car drive by. What began as a rich man’s toy more than a hundred years ago, will go back to being a rich man’s toy in the next hundred years. The automobile’s general, everyday use will drop, and people will adapt and find other ways to get around - or stay home - but the car will be with us, in some fashion, for quite some time, I suspect. And I’m ok with that.
That means I might still, some day, own an Avanti. Cool.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Clean and Green Nuclear Energy ?!
“Better to light a candle than curse the radiation.”
— Me, about 30 years ago.
I haven’t been a fan of nuclear power for a very long time, but it’s still kind of obvious that my opinion on the matter don’t count for squat. I still think I’m right, though. Nuclear anything just seems like a really bad idea, and I’d like to think I’m on the right side of the fence on this one, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to win the argument. I’m reading too many letters and editorials in the newspaper these days about how nuclear power is still the right choice, about how it’s still “clean and green”. WHAT? Have you no shame? Apparently not if you’re trying to sell nuclear power. Your soul gets dumped on Craigslist pretty quickly when you go that route.
And let me say this right here: I really thought the Japanese knew better. I honestly thought they were all about the long game, about short-term sacrifice for the long-term good. I remember when the Japanese people would vigorously protest the arrival of any U.S. nuclear powered (or nuclear armed) ship that might consider stopping by. Not no more. I am disappointed. I thought they were better than this. I know they are better than this.
As we watch the world’s supply of oil dwindle, nuclear power is going to be all shined up and prettied up and offered as a fine solution to less oil and natural gas in the years ahead. Let’s ignore, for the moment, the fact that nuclear power is based on a natural non-renewable energy resource, just like oil and natural gas; and that it, too, will be depleted over time. That short term view should not be our first concern, or our primary fear.
The first order of business with nuclear power is how overwhelmingly deadly it is, and how very long it remains deadly, long after it is no longer useful as a power source. We are talking hundreds of thousands of years here. Longer than all human recorded history. So long, I’m not even going to make a joke about how long that is. We have absolutely no track record for taking care of anything on that time frame. None. And yet we are expected to believe that we can process this stuff, use it and then store it — for how long? No. We can’t. If for no other reason than no human language has ever lasted that long. In one hundred thousand years, our warning signs will be unreadable. If there’s anyone left to read them.
I have no idea how we are going to stop the coming enthusiasm for nuclear power. I honestly do not believe that the problems in Japan right now will have a long-term negative effect on the future of nuclear power. We, as a species, have notoriously short memories. And apparently writing stuff down doesn’t help.
Good luck, Japan. Good luck, all of us.
— Me, about 30 years ago.
I haven’t been a fan of nuclear power for a very long time, but it’s still kind of obvious that my opinion on the matter don’t count for squat. I still think I’m right, though. Nuclear anything just seems like a really bad idea, and I’d like to think I’m on the right side of the fence on this one, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to win the argument. I’m reading too many letters and editorials in the newspaper these days about how nuclear power is still the right choice, about how it’s still “clean and green”. WHAT? Have you no shame? Apparently not if you’re trying to sell nuclear power. Your soul gets dumped on Craigslist pretty quickly when you go that route.
And let me say this right here: I really thought the Japanese knew better. I honestly thought they were all about the long game, about short-term sacrifice for the long-term good. I remember when the Japanese people would vigorously protest the arrival of any U.S. nuclear powered (or nuclear armed) ship that might consider stopping by. Not no more. I am disappointed. I thought they were better than this. I know they are better than this.
As we watch the world’s supply of oil dwindle, nuclear power is going to be all shined up and prettied up and offered as a fine solution to less oil and natural gas in the years ahead. Let’s ignore, for the moment, the fact that nuclear power is based on a natural non-renewable energy resource, just like oil and natural gas; and that it, too, will be depleted over time. That short term view should not be our first concern, or our primary fear.
The first order of business with nuclear power is how overwhelmingly deadly it is, and how very long it remains deadly, long after it is no longer useful as a power source. We are talking hundreds of thousands of years here. Longer than all human recorded history. So long, I’m not even going to make a joke about how long that is. We have absolutely no track record for taking care of anything on that time frame. None. And yet we are expected to believe that we can process this stuff, use it and then store it — for how long? No. We can’t. If for no other reason than no human language has ever lasted that long. In one hundred thousand years, our warning signs will be unreadable. If there’s anyone left to read them.
I have no idea how we are going to stop the coming enthusiasm for nuclear power. I honestly do not believe that the problems in Japan right now will have a long-term negative effect on the future of nuclear power. We, as a species, have notoriously short memories. And apparently writing stuff down doesn’t help.
Good luck, Japan. Good luck, all of us.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Believe in the power of the bicycle
I found religion on my 60th birthday. Oh, sit back down and let me explain. For my 60th birthday, I decided that I would host a Tweed Ride out to Safety Harbor and have an ever-so-genteel lunch at the Spa. It was delightful. A lovely day all around. As we rode up Safety Harbor’s Bayshore Trail along Old Tampa Bay, toward the marina and the Spa, the thought occurred to me that people might mistake us for members of some old-school religion. Mennonites, perhaps. We were riding antique black bicycles and were dressed (rather conservatively) as one might have dressed for a bicycle ride in England in 1935. I was wearing knickers and knee socks, a long sleeve shirt, vest and bow tie. The Lovely JoAnn exuded an equally vintage charm. That is to say, we looked like a couple of odd ducks on old bikes. It had to mean something, right? I told JoAnn what I had thought, and she said, no, we were not Mennonites. We are Veloists. We believe in Veloism. And by Ignaz, I think she’s right!
In this politically correct world in which we live these days, it’s considered bad form to ask one’s religion, age or political persuasion, so it probably won’t come up in polite conversation, but, should anyone ask, I now have an answer to the question, “What am I?” I am a Veloist. I believe in Veloism. I believe in the power of the bicycle. Always have. Always will.
H. G. Wells famously said that he did not despair for the human race when he saw an adult on a bicycle. Wells was a Veloist, and I understand that. I feel at my best when I am off on a wheel, as they say, touring around town and seeing the world from the exalted position of a bicycle seat. I really do feel better when I am on a bike, and I feel as though I am a better person for riding; physically, mentally and emotionally. I believe in the bike. I believe in the power of the bike to make me that better person. So help me Schwinn. (And can I get a “Campagnolo!” from the congregation?)
At a modest pace, the bicycle allows you to burn about 400 calories and hour, so yes, there are most certainly concrete physical reasons why the bicycle makes you feel so good. Exercise releases endorphins that give you that “runner’s high” as you ride, so yes, we can quantify that good feeling you get when you ride your bike. Still, there’s more to it than that. On a bicycle, you are part of the world around you, as opposed to being sealed off and removed from the world around you in a car. You are as one with the earth. How Zen-like. Um, make that how Velo-like.
As oil supplies get tight in the years ahead, I expect to see more and more people, more and more Americans, anyway, discover the simple joys of Veloism, whether they want to or not. Yes, I know many of you will be dragged there kicking and screaming all the way. Funny thing about that: Oil is often referred to as an addiction. I’ve never heard of anyone talking about Petroleumism. One’s reliance on oil to answer all needs is seen as a bad thing, while the Veloist is merely seen as a happy kook. Well, for now. I hope to see that change in the years ahead, and we may see Veloism go mainstream.
When gas prices spiked to over $4.00 a gallon back in 2008, people were starting to take me rather seriously. I could have made a lot of converts to Veloism, and maybe did make one or two. I’d wheel my bike into the elevator, and the polite questions would begin: How far? How fast? What about rain? Dogs? Hills? As a devout Veloist, I answered every question. I hope it helped people see the bicycle light.
Maybe I need to work on this. Flesh it out a bit. Maybe write a book on the subject. The funny thing is, I abdicated my claim to the obvious title of that book when I saw another cyclist lay claim to it. Grant Petersen, out at Rivendell Bicycle Works, came up with the same word I coined at about the same time I did: Velosophy. It’s a grand and wonderful word, and I told him he could have it. I knew I didn’t really need it, and another word would come along, all in good time. And it did. While velosophy explores the philosophy of the bicycle, veloism raises it to a (tax-exempt) religious status. Or maybe not.
Let me say right here, in writing, that I have absolutely no intention of pursuing Veloism as a legal, tax-exempt real religion. That would be wrong, and require the filling out of far too many forms. But I do lay claim to “Veloist” and “Veloism” to describe the religious relationship of people and their bicycles, even if it was JoAnn that coined the phrases originally. I claim them on her behalf. How’s that? Oh, and this is Blog #42, the perfect one to explore the meaning of life, the universe and everything. As it turns out, the answer might not be “42”. The answer might be “Go ride your bike.” The answer might be Veloism.
Habeas sentiari bike fatigat. That’s “Keep your bike tires pumped” in Latin. Have I got a cool religion or what?
Ignaz says go ride your bike.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A World With Less Oil: Are you prepared?
Sometimes, if I’m paying attention, I get to see small glimpses of our future. They are always fleeting and soon gone, but I see them, sometimes at the outer edge of my vision. And maybe that’s how the future arrives: in bits and pieces, a little at a time, starting out around the edges.
I open the garage door and walk outside on a Sunday morning around sun-up. No traffic on Lake Avenue. No planes in the sky. Not a single unnatural noise. It is, for just a very short time before the world of man wakes up, a silent world without oil. Very nice.
The pump nozzles are bagged - the universal sign of “No Gas”. There are a dozen different reasons why that may be, but there it is: A gasless gas station, and maybe for a day or so, a glimpse of our future. Contrary to popular belief, I do not smile at this.
I stop to watch a group of cyclists pass me headed south to the park. They are not bike racers, just everyday people on everyday bikes, out for a ride. I like that. I expect to see more of that in the future. I do see more people riding with shopping bags these days, both empty and full, doing their errands a la velo. I like that a lot.
There in the grocery store - that fellow with bands around his pant cuffs, wearing fingerless cycling gloves and a bike helmet, with a backpack for the groceries. Oh, wait - that’s me. Well, it’s still a glimpse of the future for all of us, if we’re lucky.
I’ve been pleasantly surprised that my little oil book, Peak of the Devil, hasn’t caught more flack than it has for being an overly-optimistic (and overly simplistic) look at what must surely be our very bleak future. I tried to make it as ungrim as I could, considering how very grim it may turn out to be. And I do like the idea of us maybe being able to get by on much less than we have now - and maybe our lives will be better for it. But we need to start now.
We each need to understand what it is that we do that we won’t be doing later. That conspicuous consumption brought on by presumptive entitlement (didn’t know I knew the big words, did ya?) is going to hang like a rotting albatross around the necks of people too stubborn to adapt. You need to know this: It’s going to change. Be a good scout. Be prepared. Be prepared before you have to be prepared.
This past weekend, I hosted a Tweed Ride for my 60th Birthday. We rode our vintage English three-speeds out to the Safety Harbor Spa for tea and crumpets. Pinkies out. I had knickers made for the occasion. I wore a bow tie and a jaunty cap. And if this humble little ride is a glimpse of what is to come, of a world with less oil, then our future might not be quite so unpleasant as many, myself included, would have you believe. Next week we'll do it again in St. Pete.
Keep your bike tires pumped.
I open the garage door and walk outside on a Sunday morning around sun-up. No traffic on Lake Avenue. No planes in the sky. Not a single unnatural noise. It is, for just a very short time before the world of man wakes up, a silent world without oil. Very nice.
The pump nozzles are bagged - the universal sign of “No Gas”. There are a dozen different reasons why that may be, but there it is: A gasless gas station, and maybe for a day or so, a glimpse of our future. Contrary to popular belief, I do not smile at this.
I stop to watch a group of cyclists pass me headed south to the park. They are not bike racers, just everyday people on everyday bikes, out for a ride. I like that. I expect to see more of that in the future. I do see more people riding with shopping bags these days, both empty and full, doing their errands a la velo. I like that a lot.
There in the grocery store - that fellow with bands around his pant cuffs, wearing fingerless cycling gloves and a bike helmet, with a backpack for the groceries. Oh, wait - that’s me. Well, it’s still a glimpse of the future for all of us, if we’re lucky.
I’ve been pleasantly surprised that my little oil book, Peak of the Devil, hasn’t caught more flack than it has for being an overly-optimistic (and overly simplistic) look at what must surely be our very bleak future. I tried to make it as ungrim as I could, considering how very grim it may turn out to be. And I do like the idea of us maybe being able to get by on much less than we have now - and maybe our lives will be better for it. But we need to start now.
We each need to understand what it is that we do that we won’t be doing later. That conspicuous consumption brought on by presumptive entitlement (didn’t know I knew the big words, did ya?) is going to hang like a rotting albatross around the necks of people too stubborn to adapt. You need to know this: It’s going to change. Be a good scout. Be prepared. Be prepared before you have to be prepared.
This past weekend, I hosted a Tweed Ride for my 60th Birthday. We rode our vintage English three-speeds out to the Safety Harbor Spa for tea and crumpets. Pinkies out. I had knickers made for the occasion. I wore a bow tie and a jaunty cap. And if this humble little ride is a glimpse of what is to come, of a world with less oil, then our future might not be quite so unpleasant as many, myself included, would have you believe. Next week we'll do it again in St. Pete.
Keep your bike tires pumped.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Democracy and Oil: All Eyes on Libya
So finally, after I thought it was too late, the good guys got together and decided maybe they wouldn’t let Mummar Q. just go right ahead and kill everyone in Libya anyway. Thanks, guys - but why did it take you so long??? Geesh.
Okay, so now Libya is more of a police action. Not a war, exactly. It was a civil war, but now some other countries have decided to help keep the rebels from being totally decimated, so what have we got here? A skirmish? A hot bed? Whatever it is, it ain’t Viet Nam in a cat box. It will be over and done and soon. I hope. All concerned have promised air support, but not boots on the ground. Again: I hope.
Right now, 7 p.m. Sunday night, March 20, 2010, oil is at $102.87. That’s about where it’s been for awhile, dancing all around the $100 mark for weeks. I guess if it goes really badly in Libya we might see the price of oil climb, but then again, if the future of Libya involves the development of a stable democracy, that might not be so bad for the price of oil in the long run. And I’m all for that.
Contrary to popular opinion, I am not rooting for the end of the world. I don’t want to see the price of oil go through the roof. I drive a pickup truck. A big one. I don’t mow my yard with a goat. I’m currently paying $3.51 a gallon for gas, and that’s quite high enough, thank you very much.
Now here’s hoping Libya gets new management, and the new guys are smarter than the last guy. “Arab democracy” . . . man, there’s a new phrase. I like it. Could the Middle East be the new hotbed of democracy, with Egypt and Libya leading the way? Whooo-eeeee. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
Like I said: Here’s hoping.
Okay, so now Libya is more of a police action. Not a war, exactly. It was a civil war, but now some other countries have decided to help keep the rebels from being totally decimated, so what have we got here? A skirmish? A hot bed? Whatever it is, it ain’t Viet Nam in a cat box. It will be over and done and soon. I hope. All concerned have promised air support, but not boots on the ground. Again: I hope.
Right now, 7 p.m. Sunday night, March 20, 2010, oil is at $102.87. That’s about where it’s been for awhile, dancing all around the $100 mark for weeks. I guess if it goes really badly in Libya we might see the price of oil climb, but then again, if the future of Libya involves the development of a stable democracy, that might not be so bad for the price of oil in the long run. And I’m all for that.
Contrary to popular opinion, I am not rooting for the end of the world. I don’t want to see the price of oil go through the roof. I drive a pickup truck. A big one. I don’t mow my yard with a goat. I’m currently paying $3.51 a gallon for gas, and that’s quite high enough, thank you very much.
Now here’s hoping Libya gets new management, and the new guys are smarter than the last guy. “Arab democracy” . . . man, there’s a new phrase. I like it. Could the Middle East be the new hotbed of democracy, with Egypt and Libya leading the way? Whooo-eeeee. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
Like I said: Here’s hoping.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Oil prices up, gas prices up - What can you do?
So here we have Libya and Saudi Arabia, two very different countries that both produce enough oil for each to export a fair amount, and both are in the news these days. Libya, the lesser of the two when it comes to oil production, has been run for some 40 years by a raving lunatic with serious fashion (and reality) issues. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is run by a very large royal family that I’d swear all look exactly alike.
Libya is in the midst of a rebellion/civil war these days that has caused the price of oil to rise. Libya is beset by what is termed, in the oil game, “above ground factors” – that is to say, people. Personally, I’m all for rebellion in Libya. It’s high time they boosted ol’ Mummar right off the longest dock in Tripoli. Do NOT make us send in the Marines. Again. But above ground factors are just that: Stuff we cause – and can fix – ourselves.
The Saudis are up against a far more solid wall: Below ground factors. As their production falls, they might do everything they can and still they may not be able to maintain their current level of oil production in the years ahead, let alone increase production to make up for the shortfall in Libya, or anywhere else. They day they admit that publicly, if they ever do, will be a red-letter day for oil. And a bad day for the rest of us.
I saw a wonderful quote today about the price of gasoline. The writer said the price of gasoline is not set by what it cost to produce, but what it will cost to replace. Wow. Great quote there. So look for the price of gas to go up. Maybe a lot. A friend of mine that owns a gas station said today that he expects to see four-dollar gas by the end of March. And that’s a full two months before the traditional start of the North American Driving Season that starts on Memorial Day weekend and runs through Labor Day weekend. Will we see five-dollar gas across the US this year? My Magic 8 Ball says “OUTLOOK GOOD”.
So what are you going to do about it? Don’t bother with any sort of boycott or “gas out” you may hear about. They don’t work. Even if you don’t buy the gas, someone else will. It’s a global commodity. And please don’t go and protest the price of gas at your local gas station. It’s not their fault. Often, it’s not even their gas. They just sell it on consignment, and make very little, if anything on it.
Do you really want to protest the high price of gas? Then you’re going to have to get proactive and seriously radical. You’re going to have to think outside the box, break all the rules and answer to no one. You’re gonna have to be a loner, march to your own drum and make a statement.
You’re gonna have to ride a bicycle.
Libya is in the midst of a rebellion/civil war these days that has caused the price of oil to rise. Libya is beset by what is termed, in the oil game, “above ground factors” – that is to say, people. Personally, I’m all for rebellion in Libya. It’s high time they boosted ol’ Mummar right off the longest dock in Tripoli. Do NOT make us send in the Marines. Again. But above ground factors are just that: Stuff we cause – and can fix – ourselves.
The Saudis are up against a far more solid wall: Below ground factors. As their production falls, they might do everything they can and still they may not be able to maintain their current level of oil production in the years ahead, let alone increase production to make up for the shortfall in Libya, or anywhere else. They day they admit that publicly, if they ever do, will be a red-letter day for oil. And a bad day for the rest of us.
I saw a wonderful quote today about the price of gasoline. The writer said the price of gasoline is not set by what it cost to produce, but what it will cost to replace. Wow. Great quote there. So look for the price of gas to go up. Maybe a lot. A friend of mine that owns a gas station said today that he expects to see four-dollar gas by the end of March. And that’s a full two months before the traditional start of the North American Driving Season that starts on Memorial Day weekend and runs through Labor Day weekend. Will we see five-dollar gas across the US this year? My Magic 8 Ball says “OUTLOOK GOOD”.
So what are you going to do about it? Don’t bother with any sort of boycott or “gas out” you may hear about. They don’t work. Even if you don’t buy the gas, someone else will. It’s a global commodity. And please don’t go and protest the price of gas at your local gas station. It’s not their fault. Often, it’s not even their gas. They just sell it on consignment, and make very little, if anything on it.
Do you really want to protest the high price of gas? Then you’re going to have to get proactive and seriously radical. You’re going to have to think outside the box, break all the rules and answer to no one. You’re gonna have to be a loner, march to your own drum and make a statement.
You’re gonna have to ride a bicycle.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
A Test Drive: Nissan Leaf
Busy Saturday last weekend. The Lovely JoAnn and I went over to Tampa to check out the all new, all-electric Nissan Leaf car. We got to the International Plaza (mall), and found that Nissan had carved out a chunk of the mall’s north parking lot for their little one-car car show. But they did bring more than one car.
We got signed in and then our little group of eight or so were routed through several temporary glass buildings as our guide told us all about the brand new Leaf and Nissan’s long history of electric cars. (Who knew?) They had photos of all of their previous prototypes, going back for decades. JoAnn and I both decided we liked their first one best - it looked like a funky milk truck. Very cool. They had a Leaf chassis on display, showing all of the batteries that were on board the Leaf. There were many, many batteries.
After that, we got to walk around a functional Leaf. It was pretty much a typical small car from Japan. Which is to say: everything looked good, everything fit, and it had that new car smell. Love that new car smell! Our guide told us that because the Leaf is so quiet, it has a loudspeaker out in front of the left front wheel that puts out noise when the car is going under 18 mph so it doesn’t sneak up on people. The motor itself had some fake engine casings around it so it looks more like a typical transverse four-cylinder engine that you are used to seeing in cars like this. I thought that was funny, but I understood their logic. Then we got to drive it. Well, I got to drive it. JoAnn rode in the back and a brave Nissan rep rode shotgun. Hello, pedal - meet metal.
I had heard that electric cars have plenty of low end torque and will surprise you. Yep, roger that. Maybe it’s the lack of any revving motor roar, or maybe it’s the one continuous whoosh of the direct drive, but let me tell you: You step on the go pedal (I can’t really call it a gas pedal, now can I?), and buddy-boy, this car goes right now. No stumble, no hesitation off idle, nothing but go. It also handles like a go cart. You have my word on that.
Nissan says the Leaf will go about 100 miles on a full charge, and will do 90 miles an hour. How long it takes to recharge depends on available charging voltage. Standard 110v house current will charge it, but you need to give it time. Like overnight. Add a 220v charging station to your house and you cut the charging time in half. I suspect most folks will go for that option.
We were told Nissan estimated the average annual cost of charging the Leaf at $560 per year. Of course that depends on the price of electricity where you live, but they had the facts and figures to show that it would be cheaper to charge the Leaf at home than buy the amount of gasoline it would need instead. And yeah, we do spend more that $560 a year for gasoline.
Now here’s where it got all funny: As we walked into their fenced-off area in the parking lot, we saw a brand new Trek Belleville bicycle sitting there, on display in their area. To me, the Belleville is one of the best thought out bikes in the world. If I were to design my own bike from the ground up, I’d be hard pressed to do better than that one. It’s a very cool bike named after a very cool bicycle movie (The Triplets of Belleville). But why was it there?
As it turns out, if you take the tour and drive the Leaf, which I did, you could make a 30-second video about the Leaf, and if your video gets the most votes of all the videos made at that test drive location (Tampa), you win the bike! Wow! So here’s the deal: Vote for me just as though I need another bike. I think if you get the most votes of all the videos in the US, you get a car or something, but hey, I just want the bike!
Here’s the video. (Don't click on the picture of me, but do click on the link below it)
https://www.drivenissanleaf.com/Win/Vote.aspx?b=9RC7AAWZF6FM
If nothing else, this will give you a chance to see what I look like and sound like. Which is to say, nothing at all like Richard Castle. Vote for Uncle Chippie!
We got signed in and then our little group of eight or so were routed through several temporary glass buildings as our guide told us all about the brand new Leaf and Nissan’s long history of electric cars. (Who knew?) They had photos of all of their previous prototypes, going back for decades. JoAnn and I both decided we liked their first one best - it looked like a funky milk truck. Very cool. They had a Leaf chassis on display, showing all of the batteries that were on board the Leaf. There were many, many batteries.
After that, we got to walk around a functional Leaf. It was pretty much a typical small car from Japan. Which is to say: everything looked good, everything fit, and it had that new car smell. Love that new car smell! Our guide told us that because the Leaf is so quiet, it has a loudspeaker out in front of the left front wheel that puts out noise when the car is going under 18 mph so it doesn’t sneak up on people. The motor itself had some fake engine casings around it so it looks more like a typical transverse four-cylinder engine that you are used to seeing in cars like this. I thought that was funny, but I understood their logic. Then we got to drive it. Well, I got to drive it. JoAnn rode in the back and a brave Nissan rep rode shotgun. Hello, pedal - meet metal.
I had heard that electric cars have plenty of low end torque and will surprise you. Yep, roger that. Maybe it’s the lack of any revving motor roar, or maybe it’s the one continuous whoosh of the direct drive, but let me tell you: You step on the go pedal (I can’t really call it a gas pedal, now can I?), and buddy-boy, this car goes right now. No stumble, no hesitation off idle, nothing but go. It also handles like a go cart. You have my word on that.
Nissan says the Leaf will go about 100 miles on a full charge, and will do 90 miles an hour. How long it takes to recharge depends on available charging voltage. Standard 110v house current will charge it, but you need to give it time. Like overnight. Add a 220v charging station to your house and you cut the charging time in half. I suspect most folks will go for that option.
We were told Nissan estimated the average annual cost of charging the Leaf at $560 per year. Of course that depends on the price of electricity where you live, but they had the facts and figures to show that it would be cheaper to charge the Leaf at home than buy the amount of gasoline it would need instead. And yeah, we do spend more that $560 a year for gasoline.
Now here’s where it got all funny: As we walked into their fenced-off area in the parking lot, we saw a brand new Trek Belleville bicycle sitting there, on display in their area. To me, the Belleville is one of the best thought out bikes in the world. If I were to design my own bike from the ground up, I’d be hard pressed to do better than that one. It’s a very cool bike named after a very cool bicycle movie (The Triplets of Belleville). But why was it there?
As it turns out, if you take the tour and drive the Leaf, which I did, you could make a 30-second video about the Leaf, and if your video gets the most votes of all the videos made at that test drive location (Tampa), you win the bike! Wow! So here’s the deal: Vote for me just as though I need another bike. I think if you get the most votes of all the videos in the US, you get a car or something, but hey, I just want the bike!
Here’s the video. (Don't click on the picture of me, but do click on the link below it)
https://www.drivenissanleaf.com/Win/Vote.aspx?b=9RC7AAWZF6FM
If nothing else, this will give you a chance to see what I look like and sound like. Which is to say, nothing at all like Richard Castle. Vote for Uncle Chippie!
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