I finally had time to call my father. Yes I’m a bad daughter. Yes he’d been calling my old phone number. Yes I feel guilty. We had a nice chat about the weather. He got to tease me about the cold so that eased the guilt from not calling him with my new phone number.
That led to a discussion about hurricanes. He drove through Hannah, from Charleston to DC and cackled about the dummies who stay home, leaving the roads open for him and the semis. Yes, my father is nuts. No I don’t take after him.
Of course I asked him about his gas mileage. Hah. Turns out he didn’t drive the Hybrid Honda to DC because a couple of weeks ago some woman hit him in Summerville and his car has been in the shop. Oops. Ya gotta hate that.
He did, however, admit that he wasn’t getting good gas mileage – 40ish (which leads me to believe maybe it’s less than 40.) He was pretty fascinated by my story of the 62.9 mpg drive home from GLNS, (today’s trip, I pulled into the driveway with 62.8!)
the Zap still has you beat, LOL
I was rooting for you. You won! YAY.
“Yes, my father is nuts. No I don’t take after him.” Are you saying that you’re not nuts, or that you’re a different kind of nuts? 😉
The week I spent driving the 2003 Honda Hybrid up & down the hill between the new house & the old house: mileage = 36.5. The week I mostly spent mostly on the freeway: mileage = 43.8. The uphill-only mileage is pretty crappy.
Vered, she’s a different kind of nuts…the kind that would vote for McCain!