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   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2007...

This afternoon, I went on a mission. Multiple targets, time sensitive, low profile. I needed ink, paper, and chicken. The first part went as planned, after the bus had done a slight detour around the end of Burrard Street where the Santa Claus parade was going to end. I infiltrated Staples on Seymour, on time, zoomed in on my objective in a tight formation, grabbed two boxes of card paper, proceeded to the ink section in stealth mode and... realized I didn’t remember my printer’s model number. So much for stealth. I’d have to involve the local population. This could get messy. A first clerk didn’t really know what the hell this was all about and bailed. I glanced at my watch nervously; mission-critical time was lapsing. Then a second contact proved to be much better informed, her intell’ was fresh, we narrowed down the mark and I had my ink.

So I vacated the scene and headed on foot towards the next operational bus stop that would lead me to my point of entry into the chicken zone. On my way there, I had to fight with slow and probably hostile crowds of thousands of local gathered along Burrard to watch the parade. I had my weapon handy and shot a few rounds, part of my daily recon’ into Vancouver, which are posted below.

Finally, I was on site, Safeway on Davie. Two blocks from home. Mission almost completed. I reviewed my orders briefly, grabbed some limes, thyme, garlic and steered towards the meat section. Arrived. Scouted it. Scouted it again. Rubbed my eyes. Scanned the entire section once more. There were no chickens. Chicken legs, chicken breasts, chicken wings, chicken parts, chicken soup, but no chickens. As in « whole chicken », which was part of the mission brief received by email earlier.

I must admit I might have flinched for a second. A warrior has moments of weakness too, or even fear. In fact there is no such thing as fearless people, only fearless moments. The thought of a failed mission flashed through my mind. But I stayed in control. I’ve seen worse. I’m used to being on my own behind enemy lines. I’m resourceful and well trained.

So I soon came up with an alternative plan. We’ll call it plan B. The crappy grocery store up the hill. I broke into a controlled field run, designed to be extremely fast but still appear as a simple walk to enemy sentinels. I didn’t even look crossing the two streets, relying on my peripheral vision, and even jay-walked once. It’s called a means to an end.

Once at the store, there was no time to be subtle. I rushed in, took a left, panned the area for competition, found none, and stopped in front of the meat counter. On site. I spotted it immediately. It was right in front of me. The package. I snatched it. Panned again, still no unfriendlies. Then just as a precaution, I scanned the counter better, to ensure the accuracy of my lift. I scanned again. There were no other packages. The chicken I had in my hand, was the last one. I looked at it closer, noticed the mention organic - score - scrolled down to the price and read: $14.35. Swallowed. The only bloody chicken available for me to buy in a radius of 10 blocks was a fourteen dollars organic chicken. And not even that big, on top of that. I guess they feed them good stuff, so they don’t inflate.

I completed the mission and returned home. There a new, more detailed mission order sent by email shortly after the initial one, stated: « 1 chicken, rinsed, patted dry (you can also use chicken pieces) ».

Oh well. Maybe I’ll get a medal...

 [To be continued]

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2007-11-25 18:11 • Posted in ICMOL: & Photoblogs:

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  • 1 - marie says:

    « Agent 00V

    Swallow a nice martini and report back...

    M »

  • 2 - Vince says:

    « Hello M.

    (Ha, that’s too funny, I can actually call you M. :-) )

    Mission completed. I was shaken, not stirred. See post above for full mission debriefing. Awaiting my License to K-ook. »

  • 3 - Brigit says:

    « Grand éclat de rire !!
    So much fun reading this !!

    Next : un cassoulet ???

    B »

  • 3.1 - Vince answers:

    « Yup, stay tunned for the next chapter. Next August, if I have time. Maybe. »

  • 4 - marie says:

    « Hm. Cassoulet. In that le Creuset pot Vince should be able to live off it all winter... »

  • 5 - Brigit says:

    « Marie, Vince,
    Believe it or not, my grand-mother had the same pot for years. Actually, may be a little bigger (large family), same color. Orange. I had it for some time, then gave it to a cousin who has 3 children. How old is the pot... 30, may be, may be more. You’ll keep it for long.
    That all I can wish for you.

    Good for confit de canard, bourguignon, etc. if you put it in the oven (you can), slow eat, you can put some pastrie (farine + eau) around, to close the top perfectly.

    B »

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When I was a very small boy, my parents had on the shelves on their library a few issues of a hybrid, a cross between a book and a magazine called Planète. Of Planète, I remember three things: a sexy James Bond cartoon; the excellent extraterrestrial short story « Comment servir l’homme »; and a drawing of the « car of tomorrow », slender lines, bright colors and a person sitting in the passenger seat, door open upwards and legs stretched, writing a letter on some folding tablet extended from the dash. The rest has blurred into oblivion.

Last week-end, however, as I drove up the Sea to Sky Highway with Marie towards Whistler and its hives, I suddenly realized that « tomorrow » had arrived silently, creeping up from the very bottom of my past until it stood in front of my amazed eyes, proud and true to itself. Sure, cars have been evolving continuously since the Planète days, and technology has slowly turned my drawing into a reality with the appearance of marvels like on-board GPS navigation. But I had never been as impressed by the car industry’s yearly advances as I was this time, driving a hybrid car.

My prior knowledge on the subject, I’ll admit it gladly, was rather fuzzy. I knew that hybrids existed, that they involved electricity, and that they were usually kind of ugly. That’s it. Oh, and the price tag wasn’t that thin, which to me defeats the purpose for the time being.

But on Sunday, I rented a Toyota Prius from Budget at a very reasonable rate and we took it for a spin. When I sat in the car for the first time, my eyes instantly went wide. I was inside a science-fiction story. Picture this: no key, no ignition. Instead, you carry a lock that you fit into the dash when ready to start. Then you press a power button similar to that of a computer and the car comes to life, powering itself and getting ready to roll. Don’t look for a conventional gear shift or lever, it doesn’t exist. But right on the dash you’ll find a smaller lever the size of a mini joystick, with a Neutral stop and 2 spring-loaded positions: Drive and Reverse. The Parking position has been replaced by another dash mounted button that you just push to engage.

So you get going and for a while, the car feels very much like a normal one. But soon you have to stop at a red light, and suddenly the engine stops. « Crap, you think, I’ve stalled. » But the light turns green and just to be sure you press the gas pedal. The car moves forward normally and you think you misheard. Then it happens again at the next light. So you start paying attention to the color LCD display that’s mounted on the dash and notice it seems to be showing information about the car’s power and drive.

Soon it becomes apparent that a lot more is going on than you’d thought. As it turns out, the Prius is equipped with a conventional combustion engine AND two AC motor/generators; a highly sophisticated system controls the various elements in order to combine all power sources, save energy, and reduce emissions. But the beauty of it is the way it works: if you slow down or brake, the gas engine’s consumption drops to zero and the electric engine turns into a generator, using what is called regenerating braking to slow the car down and recharge the battery at the same time.

Then come to a full stop. You’ll almost instantly hear the gas engine simply stop. The car becomes silent. Fuel consumption is at zero. Emissions are none. When you get moving again, the initial drive is supplied not by the gas engine but by the electric drive. Great for traffic. But that electric drive packs enough power to supplement that of the gas engine and they combine their efforts if you suddenly need a quick or fast move, as when passing a car.

Do you think that the car sounds different? You’re probably noticing the effect of the drive-by-wire Hybrid Synergy Drive, or Electronically-controlled Continuously Variable Transmission. Sounds too complicated? OK: there are no gears and no mechanical linkage between the driver and the engine. A computer is in charge of communications and silently transmits your orders to the car’s muscles. The gas engine can be designed smaller than average thanks to the help of the motors, and the car has very impressive aerodynamic and friction coefficients.

You’re still driving. The LCD display now becomes clearer. You can follow the colored flow of power on the diagram, as it runs towards the front wheels during acceleration, back to the battery when slowing down or disappears completely at times. The screen is touch-activated and can be switched to trip and economy statistics or audio control. And GPS if installed, I presume.

Very cool toy. But I like gadgets, so is it worth it? Well, the bottom line is this: this Sunday driving my rented Prius, I suddenly felt like I was doing the right thing. For the first time since I began driving vehicles (and that means ahelluva long time, and ahelluva lot of vehicles), I had a sense of pride, a sense of actually having an impact on our efforts to save the planet from the nightmare of fossil fuels. It wasn’t some obscure maneuver, some long-term goal that I hoped my children would benefit, maybe. It was happening in real time: Red light - engine off. Downhill - zero gas consumption, recharging. Traffic - silence and no emissions.

I’m sold. I don’t own a car and living downtown, wouldn’t want one any way. But things are changing fast, and when I’m ready, I now know what I’ll drive. I don’t know what color it will be, or what shape, or brand. I don’t know if it will cost a lot, or less. I don’t know if it will make coffee for me. But there’s one thing I know. It will be smart. It will be clean. It will be a hybrid.

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