195. When no less than two blue-haired old ladies wave their hands and scream at you in one week. (happened to me last week - when the second one finally passed me, I saw NASCAR stickers in her window. I laughed so hard I almost pee'd my pants)
196. When you pull over and shut off the engine and wait for traffic to clear, rather than follow some dufus through one of the best glides of your commute. (happened to me this morning. I was shouting NO, NO, NO, at some guy doing 20 in a 35mph zone. I finally just jerked it over onto the shoulder, shut it off, and rolled a cigarette while he led a trail of tailgaters down the hill. )
197. You're doing aero experiments in the middle of the desert. You leave a pile consisting of a your lunch, a box cutter, duct tape and oversized zipties at your point "A" location because absolutely NO ONE ever goes there. When you return there's a California Highway Patrolman who has called for backup.(Yesterday)
Everyone wants to live inTheory. Because everything works THERE.
I feel you, my Brothers! I laughed reading this thread - I could relate.
My MPG obsession comes with a caveat - cost. I'm attracted to the idea of LRR tires... but they're gonna have to pay for themselves, or I won't get them. The <$200 set of cheap ChiComm tires are working fine.
I do want to see about an underdrive pulley for the EscortWagon.