car fuel


1957 … in the future! by James Vaughan

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If this is the last season I'd better see evidence that they live together otherwise I'm gonna smash something.

“My lease is up in a couple of months.”

Mulder adjusts the rearview mirror, glances over his shoulder to merge onto the highway.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks. “Well, you should probably think about something a little smaller, maybe a hybrid. That SUV is a little ostentatious now that you’re a fed again, don’t you think?”

Scully glances up, studying his profile for a moment before returning her attention to the file in her lap.

“No, I, uh…I meant the lease on my apartment.”

She reaches to turn the air conditioning up a notch.

The white noise of the road is deafening for a few moments.  The rumble of the tires on the highway, the sound of the cold forced air blasting, the classic rock station they’re listening to cutting to a commercial for a mattress store’s clearance sale.

Mulder doesn’t say anything for what seems like an eternity.  

Scully swallows and highlights a paragraph on the medical examiner’s report she’s been reading.  Her pulse is pounding in her ears and she can feel a ridiculous blush creep up her chest.  Really, it’s only been the 30-second spot for the mattress chain that he hasn’t replied, but god, he could say something, after all, it’s not like she hasn’t started sleeping over more again and-

“Well, I still think you need to look into something more economical than that monstrosity you’ve been driving lately, Scully.  What kind of gas mileage are you getting with that thing anyway?”

She stares at him.  Mulder drums his fingers on the steering wheel in time to an awfully upbeat ditty for a local auto parts commercial jingle.  His eyes, hidden behind his sunglasses, don’t leave the horizon and betray nothing.  

“Mulder, I just told you that I’m going to be homeless unless I start looking for another apartment soon.  Why are you still talking about my vehicle?”

He’s quiet again for a beat too long.  They sit through another few commercials before the classic rock station finally returns.  Glenn Frey starts crooning about a peaceful easy feeling that Scully most definitely cannot relate to presently.  She shouldn’t have said anything.  What could she possibly have been thinking?  He’s not ready, this is too much too soon.  She should give him an out.  “Mul-”

“Scully,” he begins at the same time, and she’s starting to tell him to just forget about it but her breath catches when he barrels over her, “the way I see it…you’ve always had a home to come back to.”

Scully closes her eyes, tries not to hope.

“And besides, we’re going to need a more fuel-efficient car if we’re going to be driving into work from the house.  You know the pick-up ain’t gonna cut it.”

He chances a quick glance in her direction before returning his gaze to the road.  “Find anything interesting in that autopsy?”  Mulder’s right hand comes off the steering wheel to settle on the arm rest in between them.  His palm is tilted up. 

She recaps the highlighter and slides her left hand into his right.  “Not sure yet.  We should probably go over it together.”

Seeing a sign for a rest stop ahead, Mulder flicks on his turn signal and moves over to get off the highway, squeezing her fingers lightly.  “I was just looking for a good time to stop and get out of the car.”

If you think about this, we have autonomous car technology coming in right now. It’s getting to the point where you can sit back in the car and it drives itself, Imagine in the near-future when the cars keep getting smarter and smarter and after one day they just go, ‘Why do we need human beings anymore? They’re just slowing us down. It’s just extra weight, let’s get rid of them.’ But the car takes on the personality of the last person who drove it.
—  Cars 3 Creative director Jay Ward (On why we never see humans in the cars movies)

great now i will forever feel afraid, untrusting and have night terrors about hopping into cars

The average L.A. driver lost more than 100 hours and more than $2,400 in fuel and productivity last year.

Cheap gas and a surging economy are taxing the nation’s roads and contributing to congestion that cost U.S. motorists almost $300 billion last year in wasted time and fuel, according to a new report.

Los Angeles had the worst traffic in the world among the 1,064 cities studied by transportation analytics firm INRIX. The average driver wasted 104 hours sitting in gridlock during the busiest commuting times last year, and lost $2,408 each in squandered fuel and productivity.