Science marches on. At 45 mph. Coast-to-coast, combusting such weird and exotic potions as peanut oil, corn likker, hardwood cords, Snickers bars, cherry pits, shrimp shells, cacao bean hulls, mint sludge, cooking oil, biomass (a nice word for you-know-what), methanol, ethanol, and who knows what other brands of goofball elixirs designed to make the OPEC mullahs go face down on their prayer rugs. We of course speak of the unforgettable “Future Fuels Challenge Rally,” which recently meandered, amidst considerable steaming and wheezing by vehicles and entrants alike, from Los Angeles to New York, leaving in its wake noxious odors and several dozen thoroughly confused spectators.
Your humble correspondent, after a life of profligacy on the highways, was introduced to his first economy run thanks to the invitation of the folks…