And now for something totally different: car talk.

I was having a particularly manly conversation with Daniel last week. We talked about cars.

That's a little unusual for me. I don't have any disposable income for cars; subsequently, I rarely think about them. That's why I was at a loss for a solid answer when he asked me what kind of sports cars I liked. I hemmed and hawed about Corvettes and RX-8's, but even if I had the green to blow on wheels, it's doubtful that I'd bother with anything so conspicuous.

So here's my solid answer; if the flow was no issue, I'd totally get a Tesla Roadster. It's all-electric, has a 200 mile range between recharges, and features torque and power curves that are vastly superior to what can be achieved with internal combustion technology. This thing is the sweet ride of the future, and as if to prove it, a lot of the units from the first production run (of 100) were snapped up by Google folks.

It'd be nice to spend less than a penny per mile in travel costs (price tag notwithstanding)...