Silver doing his imitation of a gargoyle.
My red car is getting greener all the time.
A pillow with racing stripes parked next to my MX-5 this morning. Maybe it felt a kinship with the MX-5 being close to the same color and having racing stripes; although the pillow did not have a parking permit. I park on the 6th level of the parking garage, that, by the way, I was banned for life from in January 2016; however, the parking permit department didn’t get the memo that I was banned for life, and they issued me a parking permit to park in the garage I was banned for life from over a year ago.
For my “green” red car update, I’ve been driving to schools this week to survey sites and facilities in order to update fire escape plans. With people coming back from vacations, and getting ready to go back to school, there has been a lot more stop and go traffic in my normal daily commute. But then, with driving to different schools, I did a lot more city driving, and ran into a lot more road construction over the past week. My mileage dropped a full mile per gallon this last tank of gas to 39.1 mpg (16.62 kpl) driving 352.8 miles (567.8 kilometers). That’s not too bad for more city driving.
I have a “green” red sports car that really rocks. On the first full tank of gas, of mostly in-town driving, my MX-5 averaged 37.7 miles per gallon over 304.5 miles. I think that is a very respectable average MPG , but I thought I would get some reactions from a few of our local critters. Silver was unimpressed and couldn’t be bothered from his nap to say one way or the other what he thought about it. Surprisingly, however, the jumping spiders got very excited about it, as did a beetle.
Mouse over the critters to see what they had to say.
With it 100º F (37.8º C) at our house, we hopped in the Mazda Miata MX-5, put the top down and headed for the hills — well Sandia Crest at 11,000 feet (3352.8 meters) above sea level. The drive to the top was a blast as the MX-5 hugged the corners well above the posted speed limit. We could see the clouds swirling above us, and hear the birds singing with the top down, as rounded one hairpin turn after another on our way to the top. Once at the top of the Crest, the temperature was 55º F (12.8º C) with drizzling rain and cold wind. Quite a contrast from the sunny, hot valley below. We walked around on the mountain top and noticed there were lots of wild flowers blooming.