My three fabulous grown children, whose political views, unlike my own, list considerably to port, would attest that calling me an "environmentalist" is a bit of a stretch. I'm not as wacko as some of the voices on late night AM talk radio, but I have been known to voice a reservation or two about the scientific objectivity of some of the global warming alarmists. And although I can be bought, it would take a substantial sum to get me to sit through Al Gore's movie.
Nonetheless, I am now the proud owner (in partnership with Ford Motor Company Credit), of a 2007 Escape Hybrid. It all happened rather quickly; I'm not even sure what got into me. Oh...now I remember...it was the price of unleaded gasoline in California heading north of the $3.00 threshold and threatening to homestead in that territory. That and the big tax rebate the feds offer to hybrid buyers. Like I said, I can be bought. Call it market-based environmentalism. Plus, I think I get to drive in the carpool lanes when I go to the Bay Area, even if I'm by myself. Pretty cool.
OK, I have to admit, I did get the one with GPS. It's not that I'm particularly prone to getting lost; quite the opposite. It's just that, at age 55, I really don't have any "toys" to speak of, and this is a fairly modest one, as toys go. Men don't mind asking directions if they get to ask a computer that's talking to a satellite.