Three cheers for high gas prices!

Here in Vancouver, gas is up to about $1.50/liter. I can withstand a swift kick to the wallet if it means some North Americans are making positive lifestyle changes.

Case in point: my Dad.

Bo has given up driving this rig to and from work each day:

for this one:

At six-foot-four, my dad is no small fella. In fact, I’ve never known him to drive any vehicle that isn’t capable of hauling a pop-up camper or a trailer full of mulch or a couple of four-wheelers. Despite the very American need to corrolate car size (or perhaps size in general…) with masculinity, my dad seems to have embraced his new ride.

Just last week, his coworkers duct-taped a giant cardboard key to the back window, in an admittedly clever attempt to suggest his little blue Yaris was a wind-up car. But Dad just laughs it off. After all, when they give him sass at the golf course, he can give it right back at the gas pump.

Even the pup loves it!

I’m so proud! Now if we can get all gun-owning, football-tailgating, southwest Virginians to do the same…

(notice Chevy Tahoe is still in carport…perhaps in case of emergency?? one never knows when he might need leather seating for seven.)