Dad had the family in the old jalopy going home when he saw a farmer beating his horse. Dad slammed on the brakes, grabbed a tire iron and ran across the field to discuss beating horses with the farmer.
Very wisely the farmer decided beating horses was not a good thing to do. Irish love other things besides horses and Dad was very proficient at them.
Lizzie was a hay burner like no other hay burner ever. She wasn't the fastest horse, she wasn't the biggest horse, she wasn't the smartest horse but she was my horse. Being only pretend Irish like all Americans, I didn't love horses like girls and Irish and Gypsies love horses but I did love Lizzie. Lizzie was much finer than my brother's horse and my sisters' horses because they were not my horses.
Horses are all kinds of colors but sadly not one ever was green, even in Ireland.
There are green cars but not one is electric though some think they are.
This is a diary about green transportation and what is not green.
In Vietnam people rented elephants for transportation in the high plains grasslands of the Three Frontiers area. Elephants are good people too, like horses they say, but I never rode an elephant.
I did step in an elephant turd once and that is all you need to know about why elephants are even less green than horses.
What you need for horses and elephants and cows and people to provide truly green transportation is what horses and elephants and cows and people leave behind.
Here you go:
Well you can't hardly beat that. Imagine the power an elephant instead of Bessie could give that old golf cart.
Sadly the fine print tells a different story:
The vehicle, which was recently tested at a golf course in Japan, is not powered by cow dung directly - it is in fact powered by methane.
Awww shi shoot. The golf cart is kinda green like this baby:
But those dang admen just will not tell the whole story. You take that algae oil for instance:
Some of the romance dies between the pond and the fuel tank. If you just didn't have to squeeze orange oil out of orange peelings.
Now this guy is fully green:
Unfortunately there are prissy pussies who are not taken with the EATR's (Energetic Autonomous Tactical Robot) green being Army green.
Was Mark Twain just trying to be funny when he reported the Trans-Egypt Railroad was stoking its boilers with mummies? No one really knows. Maybe he was just prescient.
The EATR is no dainty eater BTW. Pond scum should do just fine with him even this stuff:
Why must we keep reinventing the wheel? Because of a shortage of mummies?
It is ironic that the "no silver bullet" people want to steal thunderbolts from the Almighty to get around. The Almighty doesn't give up His secrets as easily as Mother Nature. Maybe some folks have Mother confused with mummy?
Best, Terry