I was stuck inside a Chevy dealer a few weeks ago. The wheels had fallen off my S-10, and I was in getting a replacement. While they were cooking the numbers for me, I had the dubious pleasure of sitting with another salesman for a half hour who thought he could sell me a Volt.

Yikes! I feel sorry for that man. How they got his head wrapped around the Volt must have taken serious surgery. He was telling me how easy they are to use and how cheap to run and how I could do my 80 mile commute without ever touching the gasoline. I got out of there and I felt like I wanted to stick a hose up my nose and irrigate my brain.

BTW: I decided to keep the S-10 and put money down on a new Silverado. The 'Rado has a V8, but gets comparable mileage to the V6 S-10. It cost less than the S-10 did back in 2002. I think I got a good deal. The S-10 is going to be retired to the farm-- don't know yet if it will be the new farm truck or the new deer blind. We'll see.



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