Wanderlust

My impetuous peregrinations around Metropolis have just been given a boost. A 3.0 Litre, naturally aspirated, counterbalanced, harmonically dampened, V6 boost, to be precise. Every day, on my way home from work, I find myself faced with the almost irresistable urge to keep driving by, and not take the right turn into Merlin Avenue. And every day in the 2 weeks since my acquisition, I've nurtured that urge. I've cruised down long, winding, coastal highways with almost blindingly brilliant sunsets, zipped along wide, 8-laned, multi-tiered freeways at light-speed and explored crowded, kaleidoscopic city streets with 12-wheeled pneumatic monsters that have threatened to mow me down at the slightest affront.

And, my grievous contribution to global warming notwithstanding, I've gone green. I've got myself one of those bright green, reusable shopping bags made of polypropylene instead of the high density polyethylene used in plastic bags. Said bags last for upto a thousand years, and have been blamed for everything from malarial epidemics to mysterious cattle exsanguinations.

(Read full story in http://www.planetark.com/campaignspage.cfm/newsid/61/newsDate/7/story.htm)