When I was going to school years ago, I drove an old VW. When I went up steep hills, I had to be in the right lane with all the big trucks. I vowed to someday have a car that would cruise up those hills. I finally got to the point where I drove supercharged V8s. At a car wash, an old lady commented on my nice car. She then asked me what kind of mileage I got. I flippantly said, "I didn't buy the car for it's gas mileage." I got tired of having to buy premium gas for my car, and now drive a Toyota. I catch myself bragging about the 40 mpg my husband gets in the little Toyota I got him. OH MY! I HAVE BECOME THAT OLD LADY!