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What a bunch of smug, self-rightous knobs. It makes me want to take my Crossover (20mpg arond town, shame on me) and trade it for a Suburban with a supercharger and maybe a gas grille on the back for roasting spotted owls. Know how I conserve fuel? I just don't drive it that much! But, by all means, tell me... how do I get a marshall stack and a drumkit on the back of my bicycle? And about the ski rack... where does that go? When I take one of the kids back to college, should I put their stuff in my backpack and hike it to friggin' Troy from Philly, in the snow?
Why anybody needs to justify what kind of car they drive to be 'ecologically correct' is beyond me. Some of you people really need to get over yourselves. So you look into that, I've got to call my brother before he sells that 440 Six Pack Challenger with 4.46 gears to somebody else. I suddenly feel the need for speed, in quarter mile bursts.
