My first one. It’s always nice to start at the top…
Porsche Cayenne Diesel. I love diesels. I would buy a diesel before I’d buy an electric. Personal observation only, but I’m glad more and more are being brought here by manufacturers.
Where to find Lorraine:
My erstwhile VW Beetle was a diesel. I got it way back when diesel fuel was significantly cheaper than gas. And, of course, the moment I drove it home, diesel prices jumped and never quite dropped again. But the fuel economy on the the little beast made up for that, for the most part (diesel engines do tend to get very cranky when you don’t change the oil promptly, don’t they…).
The only issue I ever really had was finding gas stations that carried diesel. I remember driving up to one which had its diesel pumps separated from the gas for the obvious benefit of the big rigs. Here I was, a smallish, youngish (emphasis on “ish”) female, daintily filling up at this big, grubby, pump that I almost needed two hands to work, and a very concerned truck driver sidled up to me and said, ever so gently and politely, “uh, ma’am, did you know that this is a *diesel* pump?” If I was a) quicker on my feet; and b) a lot meaner, I would have frozen in horror and then swooned into woebegone histrionics – before bursting into maniacal laughter at his concerned (but likely infuriatingly patrionsing) reaction and driving away . But we always think of these things after the fact. As it was, I just smiled and nodded (and raised my eyebrows just that teensy bit…). It isn’t really nice to toy with people who are just genuinely trying to be helpful.
Sigh. I miss my little green bug.
Congratulations Lorraine,
The first ones are always the most special. Go out and celebrate.
Zena: that’s part of the beauty…diesel everywhere!
Thanks, Carmine. I’m not planning on doing many. I really wanted to drive the diesel, and I’m glad I got to write about it.
Still, it’s something to be proud of.
Otto, my 01 Jetta TDI has over 400000 km on it and still gets 50-60 mpg!
Another good thing about Diesel is that the prices don’t fluctuate as much. I’m still paing about the same as I did last year. (1.22 +/-)
The best thing is the range! I went from fueling my Taurus or Sunfire every 4 days to feeding Otto every 2 weeks!
I want to get over 500,000 kms on him before the next one.
But the Porsche is a liiiiitle out of reach…
*paying
Ahem… I was under the (perhaps incorrect) impression that a car review (which we, in the business, say we “write.” We don’t “make” them. Like something that comes out of an Easy Bake Oven) requires the… oh… let’s just say… review of an automobile. Not the motivational force of an automobile. But the automobile itself.
I couldn’t agree more about diesel. Especially the new-fangled non-rickety-rackety diesels. Gobs of torque. Especially when motivated by a turbocharger or two. LOVE it.
Too bad you’re not going to “make” a lot of these reviews. Your writing style combined with my love of automobiles would make a winning combination. For me, anyway. Cause I get to do the reading.
CBNTF
…’Gobs of torque?’
She’s rubbing off on you.
And to think I’ve never even met CBNTF. Interviewed DJW’s awesome daughter a few years back (and scored a dinner at their lovely home at the same time), and I met Ozziemozzie on a press launch. But mostly, you are all a wondrous mystery to me.
Except Roz. Roz, I know.
We met…..traded bleeding hearts for rhubarb at your house one day….Ari thought I’d be a serial killer….and again at the Central Robotics fundraiser, test driving the Fords. I’ve been anon for ages but our webgods finally loosened something and I was able to set up an id!
Of course! It also occurs to me that my son thinks everyone is a serial killer…
DJW,
Something about having grown up in the ghettos of the west Island of Montreal makes me love to use the term “gobs”… or various derivatives of it. Someone astonishes me, I’m gobsmacked. I used to love Gobstoppers. It just makes me want to shake my ghetto booty.
All of that being said, this picture is what gobs of torque will do for you. Except for that bit where the cockpit is filling up with stinky gaseous rubber doo doo, it’s a fun little way of giving yourself a face lift. Gobs of torque is bags of fun.
What? The same photo twice in a row?? I’m sooooo disappointed in you Chris.
Gobs of disappointment.
Most humble apologies. Don’t know what happened there. This is the one that was supposed to be attached up there. Oh… and thank you Zena, for getting into the spirit of the thing. You must have grown up in the west island too.
Oooh, much better. Gobs of thank you.
Me? Naw, I’m a born-and-raised rural Southern Ontarian – well, what used to be rural, before it was nibbled away by the GTA. But I did marry someone who lived for a few years in Kirkland; does that count?
I really just love the word “gobs.” Repeat it a few times, fast, and it becomes ridiculously funny. Erm, no…? Ooh-kaaay… Must be just me then…
Personally I don’t plan on ever growing up and I have already hit the five-0 marker. I am a little late joining this dialogue, but having spent many years in the Air Force, I would like to add that GOB also stands for ground order of battle. I guess they could use diesel tanks and that would really get everyone’s yayas stirred up. Hey Lorraine, have you ever driven any big military stuff?
Seriously? Do we want Lorraine anywhere near a tank. Methinks there could be gobs of fear involved.
EGADS!
…but…
…I just happen to know the GM of the factory that builds these…
http://www.gdls.com/
…and there just happens to be a place in Milton that equips them.
Personally, I never drove anything (legally) bigger than an MLVW, But I fired 105mm Howitzers regularly and even a 106mm RR.
Once.
I can see L with Night Vision Goggles on…
DJW,
I presume when you say “I can see L with Night Vision Goggles on” you’re meaning that you can picture L wearing night vision goggles and not “If I put on night vision goggles and hang out at her house, I can see L.”
That would just be creepy.
To give L credit where credit is due, she is an attractive, fit woman and night vision goggles don’t give you the clearest of vision so I think everyone would be okay if they hung out at her house at night with night vision goggles on. The only part of the whole think that I could not handle would be seeing anyone’s feet, not vision goggles or not. I think most people’s feet are hideous, but the ones with cracked heels and raptor toe nails make me nauseous, almost as bad as my younger son in his days of refusing to have sex with his wife.
Um, ya, what CBNTF said.
Sure.
Too much information, Beth
Having spent some time as a Navy Cadet Officer, I know of at least one definition of GOB, which was the Army equivilent of WOG (which I also was once)
I should have never opened my gob about this topic.
Its leaving me gobsmaked.
And to think I’m coming to appreciate the good old days, where people just covertly creeped around Google clicking on ‘images Lorraine Sommerfeld’ (and being thoroughly disappointed).
Night vision goggles???
I want to hear more about Beth’s son and his wife…
Sorry this all came out the wrong way. I was joking about my blog entry from a few days back when my oldest, then in grade six, blurted out about knowing where sex comes and the youngest was saying that was so gross that he would never have sex when he was married. I am really tired today and probably should just keep my mouth shut (hands off the keyboards). I hope no one was offended.
Offended? You’ve got Roz on the edge of her seat!
We’re all just whispering. It’s not like anyone can just see this stuff.
Well, maybe…
Can Roz be offended?
Actually, my kitchen cabinet manufacturer offended me yesterday when I showed him my backsplash sample (already purchased) and he said “is that an option?” and I said “get the eff out of my house and don’t let the door hit you in the ass”.
Dumb jerk. Probably lives in his parent’s basement.
you gave him gobs of attitude
and then this morning I go downstairs and the guy has forgotten to deliver what he was supposed to bring yesterday. So, I call him and get voice mail at 8:24 am. He hasn’t returned my call. Do you think he hates me?
You know the most offended I have been lately? Those young gentlemen (cough cough) who show up like locusts after you have moved into a new house to try and sell you energy plans. I used to move quite a bit with the military and so when the swarm started to show up, I would politely say no thank you. My last move, I remember one young chap who started to pleasant spiel and I said no thank you. He stuck his hand in the door (do people really still do that?) and told me I HAD to hear him out. I said no I do not HAVE to do anything. I should point out that I am 5”2″ and this guy looked like he should have a Superbowl ring. He then demanded to see my hydro bill. I told him I did not have one and to leave. It was at this point I was ready to go postal on him. He looked at me from his lofty height (okay to me everyone has a loft height) and with a superior sneer on his face (that reminded me of my ex and why I left him) a superior tone “You don’t have a copy of your hydor bil – I highly doubt that”. At this point I told him to get the **** of my porch. My blood was boiling at this point.
Try what I do (I too am a lofty 5’2″), tell them they are now trespassers and you’re calling the cops. My hubby (all 6′ of him) hides in the background as I’m waaaay scarier than he is. Except when he pulls out serial killer face. (which makes Lorraine laugh)