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ON THE ROAD AGAIN

How smart a traveler are you?

I get a lot of road E-Mails. You know the hazardous type ones where people are constantly getting themselves into one form of car trouble or another.


"Dear Mac and Seagustock,

I have a question that touches on physics, engineering, fluid dynamics, marital relations and theology. In late February of this past year, my family and I finished a week of skiing in Banff, Alberta, Canada. It was late evening, and we left the town of Banff, in the national park there, to drive into Calgary. We were heading to a hotel near the airport where we planned to stay the night and catch an early-morning flight. It is about a two-hour drive from the ski area to this hotel.

As we were leaving Banff, my wife, normally a very quiet woman, spoke up:

"Don't you want to get some gas before we hit that long stretch of highway?"

Looking at my gas gauge I saw that there was about a quarter of a tank of that precious liquid left but somehow I threw my caution to the wind instead of listening to her. I quickly calculated the miles per gallon that this Pontiac Montana minivan would get then I coolly stated that we had enough gas to get us to the metropolis of Calgary. Mind you, this was a very quick calculation as we were passing the last gas station in town. As I drove on ahead we passed through this absolutely gorgeous valley that would lead us back into civilization. The sun had set, the moon was rising and my gas gauge was sinking slowly into the horizon. The landscape was markedly devoid of any civilization, especially gas stations. To make matters worse, it was -13 degrees Fahrenheit.

Now this scenario leads me to my question, which applies to any car, any make, any year:

In a situation where you absolutely must get the best possible mileage, how should you drive? By the way, you might be wondering what happened. We continually prayed for a gas station around the next corner (that's the theological part of the question). When the needle was below the red "E" line, we finally spotted a gas station. It was fortunate, because we were still half an hour from the hotel at that point."


Seagustock

Seagustock: You knucklehead! I noticed how you've conveniently deflected the question from "Was I a moron?" to "How do I get the best gas mileage?" And I'm making a note of your technique in case we have to use it in our column someday.

Mac: In case??? You can bet we'll use it if only to prevent some other empty brained idiot for putting their family at risk that same way just to prove how right they are in master minding such an insane decision. If they had run out of gas they could have been frozen in that wasteland and not discovered until the next spring's thaw!

Seagustock: Yeah man, you obviously screwed up big time! Such a thought makes me want to molt my skin off here and now! Not even counting whatever math errors you made, here's the main one: First, a quarter of a tank on the gas gauge does not necessarily mean you have a quarter of a tank left in the gas tank. Gas gauges are notoriously inaccurate. They're for estimating, at best.

Mac: And secondly, you probably didn't account for the cold weather. Gasoline burns much less efficiently when it's cold out, so mileage is always worse. And when it's -13 F out, mileage will be much worse.

Seagustock: And thirdly, Airhead, you should never head into 100 miles of wilderness without stopping at the last gas station. That's just plain dumb!

Mac: And finally, you should try not to do anything that's "just plain dumb" when your otherwise quiet wife is begging you to do the opposite.

Seagustock: In any case, when you DO find yourself in such a situation again (see how much faith we have in you?), here are some simple things you can do to attain the highest possible mileage.

Mac: First, turn off any nonessential accessories. Electrical accessories draw power from the alternator, which draws power from the engine. So headlights and the air conditioner will slightly decrease your mileage.

Seagustock: By the way, lights, at night, are essential. Your wife wrote to us separately and asked us to mention that to you.

Mac: Second, try to find the speed at which the automatic transmission shifts into "Overdrive," or its highest gear. That speed differs from car to car, but it's usually around 40-45 mph. And you want to spend as much time as possible driving at the speed just above that last shift. That spot, in our opinion, best balances all of the factors that will influence mileage (engine speed, vehicle speed, wind resistance, etc.).

Seagustock: And praying was a mighty good idea in this horrible situation waiting to happen. Although I would've added one other prayer:

"Dear Lord, please let my wife have an unexplained bout of amnesia, so I will not be reminded of this every time we get in a car for the rest of our lives."

OK! We're outta here!

schoopschoop



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Coming to the corner where the Central Parque deValle started and where stood the Inglesia La Merced, the church she was married in, she carefully slowed down and turned right again onto the same winding, rutted, dusty, dirt road that was still a vivid part of her memory. The direct light of the quarter moon, like a beacon streaming from a lighthouse, lit her way south. Feeling every bounce and jerk of the car as it hit the ruts and holes of the uneven surface, it would be two more miles of hard driving for them before they reached the hacienda.

Still very disgusted at the road conditions, she cursed aloud, "Nothing has changed and it never will!"

The hard sound of metal hitting the car's frame, which sounded like a sledgehammer repeatedly hitting a blacksmith's anvil, made Raf gringe.

Tossed from side to side, up and down with every bounce of the car, as if he were a pair of dice thrown from the palm of an intent gambler against the opposite back wall of a craps table, the bouncing woke up his father who was fast asleep in the back of the station wagon. Fully awake, his arms flailing, he hollered and cursed, "Whoa! Damned it! Take it easy, Muy! It feels as though we're coming in for a bad landing!" Struggling from the rear cargo area to the rim of the front seat Cece' clamored on, "Pull over! Pull over! I'll take her in from here! I don't want to have to deal with a cracked frame or have to replace the shocks before we leave Honduras."

A Snippet From the Upcoming Novel -- The Oedipus Syndrome

The Oedipus Syndrome: Betrayed Innocence [Book2]
The Oedipus Syndrome: Betrayed Innocence [Book2]

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