Sorry MLucas, instead of improving my hubcaps, I just upgraded to an SE model. ;-P
The last 24 hours have reminded me of hypermiling's benefits in dramatic ways.
We packed the whole family into my 1965 Karmann Ghia Cabriolet and went down to Portland this weekend for the Rose City Bug-In. Didn't take the Karmann Eclectric this time, as dragging it to a static display never feels quite right, and the Range Trailer ain't done yet. SO, after a great show and 200 miles of incident-free cruising (and since the tuckered-out family had fallen asleep inside the hurricane that is a convertible on the interstate) I made a few full-throttle blasts, passing traffic up hills, etc.. That's when the engine suddenly lost all power. Turns out that the fuel supply pipe was overheated and boiling, vapor-locking the fuel pump. After a cool-down stop, I fell back in line behind some of the minivans and RVs that I had blasted by earlier.... Hare demoted to tortise.
Since today is another rare and beautiful top-down day around the Puget Sound, I took the Ghia out for more exercise, and halfway to my destination, the accelerator cable parted. My old shoelace substitution trick didn't stick, so I just locked the engine into a high idle, and was able to lug it along at up to 30 mph, with acceleration that made semi truck drivers impatient...
Yet by picking my line and timing traffic lights, I was able to pull alongside an impatient driver who had passed me no fewer than three times over the next few miles. Hare demoted to tortise starts smiling.
So I slowly cruised on back home, shuttled the minivan out to my wife for the rest of her daily errands, and reclaimed the i. (We usually assign Mr BEAN to whoever will drive the farthest on each day!) Ready for more hare-brained fun,
i zipped thru traffic with its usual ease and frosty air conditioning, only causing one pang of guilt when I surprised an old fart in an old pickup truck who didn't get the memo that 55 mph limits died long ago. So I double-checked the 82 mph top speed, blew off all the dust, and several exits later, just missed a yellow light at the top of an off ramp and looked down to select my music for on a long red light. When I looked up again, who was behind me, but the old fart and his slow pickup! Tortise ties up with the hare once again!