It’s starting to get cold. The snow line is creeping down the mountains, making me think of snowboarding. Temps are hovering between minus and plus 3 at night, and that means my relationship to driving will soon change.
At minus 10 and below, it’s too cold for biodiesel without a fuel tank heater, and the vegetable oil starts to gel. So, it has to be blended with normal diesel. Half and half even, in deep winter and going over passes. Alberta is out of the question.
The other day I put in the first $10 of normal diesel since the summer, and that made me think about my driving habits again. Driving biodiesel is not totally “clean”- driving at all has an impact, and the more miles you put on means petroleum products galore: oil changes and fluids and tires and maintenance – but it’s better, and for a little while I hardly thought twice about driving when I wanted to. Putting nasty normal diesel in the tank means assessing the importance of every kilometer again and spending more energy hitchhiking and ridesharing.
It was fun while it lasted. I swear, that must have been how it felt like 50 years ago, when gas was cheap and the road was fun to drive on, just to fly. No one goes for Sunday drives anymore. Gas matters. It’s expensive and fraught with moral implications and we spend so much time driving because we have to that it’s ceased to be fun.