Oops

So much for electric cars, then:

Is the electric car really as green as it appears?

Executive summary:  no.  Not even close.  Here’s the true cost of manufacture (even granting ad arguendo that CO2 is all that bad for us):

And here’s the pesky particulate pollution comparison (see article for explanation):

So, as we all knew, the risible NetZero goal is a waste of fucking time (the true executive summary).

But, as  Sage Commenter Butch  put it yesterday:

“The objective is not to get us all into ‘cleaner’ EVs. The objective is to deprive us of personal transportation and freedom of movement.”

What he said.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go back to drooling over Kim’s Lotto Dream Car, the 2002 BMW Z8 with manual transmission — which on a good day gets 15mpg from its 5-liter V8 gasoline-powered internal combustion engine:

…and that only if you don’t floor the gas pedal.  [exit, drooling]

Another 1,000-Mile Tour

We’ve done the Mille Miglia  before, so why not the Tour de France?

I know, the TdF is a bicycle race, but that’s an exercise for young men, fitness freaks and fools [some redundancy].  Also for soldiers of foreign extraction:


…but let’s not go there.

This time, we’re going to do the thing in cars.

Now annoyingly, the course changes every year (unlike the Mille Miglia) because it’s organized by Frenchmen, but let’s just go with the one below (don’t know the year, maybe 2008):

You’re going to start in Brest on the west coast, take a huge loop around the country, and then up to Paris for the finish.  Assume the dotted lines will be roads.

Now the fun part:  I’m going to divide it into three stages, and you must use a different car for each stage.  And you can only use cars made in Europe (including the U.K.).  Also, no GPS devices or software like Google Maps are allowed:  paper maps only.

Stage 1 will be the road from Brest to Le Creusot.  It’s largely flat, some rolling hills but nothing that a car of any vintage couldn’t handle.  So: nothing made after 1960.

Stage 2 will be mountains, mountains and still more mountains, from Le Creusot along the Alps, thence above the Midi coast to the Pyrenees, ending in Mourenx near the Atlantic coastline.  (I’ve done a tiny part of the lower stage along the Midi, and it’s both beautiful and taxing.)  Speed, therefore, is not a premium, but roadholding most definitely is.  As for the car:  anything made between 1960 and 1990.

Stage 3 is from Mourenx to Paris — a flat-out dash over flat land along mostly straight roads which can be taken at any speed.  When you get to Paris, you’ll have a celebratory dinner at one of Paris’s finest restaurants.  The car:  1990 until today.  (Indulge yourself, if you want, in a modern dream car, something that would look good as you show up at the George V or Ritz hotels.)

There are a couple of caveats:  the TdF does not do highways or even wide roads.  They are narrow, sometimes run through small towns (much like the MM), and the road signs can be baffling — sometimes, U-turns may be necessary.  It’s an adventure, and more often than not, the shortest way is not necessarily the prettiest.

Finally, you’ll probably want a French companion, for translation etc. purposes.  A different one for each stage, so as not to get sick of their nonsense.

I’ll start the ball rolling with my choices:

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Pick Your Poison

So:  Ferrari V6 or Ferrari V8?  In an interesting rebuttal of an old myth about Enzo Ferrari, Hagerty’s Jason Cammisa pronounces a revelation.

However, the end of the “revelation” — just the last couple minutes of the video — has a side-by-side comparison of the sound made by the engines of the Dino 246 vs. that of the 308 as Cammisa takes each one along the same twisty mountain road.

As Longtime Readers know, I have a soft spot for the wonderful and curvy Dino 246 GT, the most beautiful car ever made:

…compared to a rather sour opinion of its successor, the flat-planed and wedgy Dino 308 GT4, which isn’t close to being beautiful:

However:  after listening to the two engines close together… I admit to a certain degree of confusion, because the V8 of the latter sounds absolutely glorious.

Put on some headphones, crank up the volume and see if you agree with me.

And yes:  a pox on whoever at Ferrari decided to do away with the manual gearbox.

Harry Gets Seduced

…by a beautiful little Alfa Duetto 1750 Spider.  And why not?  Is he going to buy it?

…and three years later, Mr. Metcalfe drives the Mille Miglia  course in it.  The bastard.  Why is he a bastard?

Because driving the MM corsa  is very much on Ye Olde Buckette Lyst (as I discussed here, its extension here, and a discussion on a “pairing” here), and I envy Harry.  A lot.

I would humbly suggest that watching the videos and reading (or re-reading) these posts is not the worst way to spend a couple hours on a Saturday.  Enjoy the adventure.