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The Best Ride Contest is in full swing! The 2009 Best Ride Contest is closed and voting has opened. Click here to go to the candidates and to vote for your favorite ride. Remember to read the stories! Click each car and read the caption, then vote! Also, only one vote per IP address (per computer) is counted. So if you want to win, get everybody you know to vote for your car...actually I guess they should vote for their favorites. So, get everybody thatlikes your car to vote for you. You do not have to be a member, just have an email address! VOTE NOW! Voting will end March 5th. $500 to the First Place Winner!!!!
Poor Prius, part 1
A couple of months ago I was required to travel for work to the Keystone State, beautiful Pennsylvania. I booked my flight to PA for the first week of February. I got all my ducks in a row, kissed my little angel goodbye (which, to date, has been the hardest thing to do in my life) and boarded a jet plane to home of Punxsutawney Phil. I landed Monday evening, got my luggage and headed over to the rental car agency. Got off the bus and walked in to the building were about 20 people were waiting to get a car. As I got in line, another 20 or so people got in line behind me. “What’s the hold up?” I asked . The guy behind the counter who mentioned that they received all the recalled Toyota cars back from the dealership and that they were not loaded in to the computer, so all the cars had to be processed manually. Then, I waited.
I waited 35 minutes in that line for a car. I was so excited to get to the counter that I was tickled pink and spun around like a little school girl…or boy. The guy behind the counter was working as fast as he could, I signed the papers, he told me what stall the car was in and that is when I asked what kind of car it was.
Guy: It’s a (cough) Toyota Prius Me: Come again? Guy: A Prius. Me: Did you say Prius? Guy: Yes. Me: You know you are making me go against every fiber of my being? Guy: How so? Me: I’ve owned a muscle car for the past 20 years of my life. I own a 71 Cutlass and a 68 Super Bee. Guy: Do you want me to change it? Me: (while looking back at the huge line and people giving looks that would scare Stephen King) No. Manager behind the Guy: You must be happy that they are bringing back the 5.0? Me: Sure am. Did you see the new GT350? Dude in the line: Let’s go buddy! Me: It’s good to be back in Pennsylvania. I have insurance on the car, right? Guy: Yes, your company automatically applies it. Me: Just checking. I wouldn't want anything to happen to the little thing ;-)
And we were off. My colleague and I climbed in to the hybrid, fired it up and started the 45 minute drive to the office. It was then that I set a goal…I’m jumping this thing by weeks end!
We arrived to the hotel still laughing at this golf cart that we were driving. The first task was to see if I can get this thing fast enough to get it airborne. So, Tuesday after work we were driving back to the hotel and I tried to power brake the beast, now nicknamed the Gerbil. Go Gerbil, GO! I stomp on the brakes and mash the accelerator. A long hummm occurs. Hummmmm, hummmm hummm, release the brake and…nothing. Not even the slightest hint of a wheel chirp.Not even a sliver, of a half, of a bit, of a wheel chirp. Nothing…nada…zilch. Crap, jumping this thing is going to be hard. What we did get was a weird smell. You know, like when someone burns out an electric motor? That smell. It was so bad we had to roll down our windows in 10 degree weather. It was so bad another colleague of mine, who was behind us in his rented Mustang to make matters worse, could smell it. When we got to the hotel, he asked what we were doing. “Trying to squeal the tires.”
Wednesday roles around and we get hit with some snow. Just to prove that this story is true, this picture is outside the hotel and after the snow melted a bit.
Due to the extreme weather conditions, I decided that Wednesday wouldn’t be a good day to jump the Prius. However, at lunch we took the Gerbil to a diner in Paoli and found my launch site. It was a nice big hill that was relatively quiet. The second we went over it, I proclaimed “this is where I’m jumping the Prius.”
To be continued...
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