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You extend your coast downhill on Rt17 down to 40 MPH to get some grandma in a Prius to pass you instead of following two car lengths behind you with no traffic on a divided 4 lane highway, with a 55 mph speed limit.
Continually improving the art of coasting on the Interstate to get people to pass you and give you a little draft boost to extend your coast.
You are ticked off because the state inspector idled your car for several minutes with the ac on when he was scraping the old sticker off and installing the new sticker. The tank dropped to 48.9 MPG after 5 consecutive tanks over 50 MPG.
The wife gripes at you for starting to move before she gets her leg all the way in the car.
You figure out that your car not only measures distance in reverse, but it also engages dfco.
regards
Mech
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