big truck
Over the weekend I rented a double cab Ford pickup to pick up my kids at camp in New Hampshire and Connecticut, and visit another one at college in the Hudson Valley. All beautiful, green, mountainous escapes from the city for the kids. I love the trip, which I've made twice a summer for three years, always in rentals. Because the kids have big suitcases filled with sleeping bags and pillows, I always rent big. While searching for the best deal this time I came across a double cab Ford pickup and rented it immediately. I did not give a second thought to gas mileage, which in retrospect surprises me. What a fantastic ride, like driving a living room high above the world. The dash let me know how many miles I could travel before running out of gas, and the guage started at nearly 600 miles, which I found hard to believe. But I drove and drove, for hours. Somehow, the endlesss tank of gas made it seem like I coudln't be burning that much. But when I finally filled it up after many hours on the road, it took $120 worth of fuel. My average mileage was 17.5, which is a little less than a minivan. I didn't feel virtuous, but I didn't feel bad. I don't own a car, and in the summer I rent them 7 or 8 times through Zipcar or a traditional agency. In the winter much less. My car impact just isn't that high. But try telling that to the woman walking her dog on the narrow road that passes through my son's bucolic camp. She gave me a sneering, contemptuous look when I passed, very slowly, in the giant rumbling truck. The sneer of an environmentalist who has found a focus for her ire. And I understand -- I realized this was the same look I'd given to people driving Hummers, many, many times when those beasts still filled the road. It's the look I've given to people loaded with shopping bags and headed into another store. The look I've given to overweight people ordering french fries with cheese. It's a judgmental, superior stance that I well-understand (not proud of it, but definitely familiar with it). Now I was receiving it. And strangely, my reaction gave me some insight into the polarized communities one either side of the issue of environment and, especially, global warming. When she sneered, I got defensive, and proud, and it made me want to laugh at her concerns. This is what happens in the argument between who is right and who is wrong when it comes to virtuous living.