I am not normally prone to weeping. I’ll sniffle occasionally at a Meryl Streep movie or an episode of Emergency Vets. You might hear me choke up in an attempt to speak about a loved one at some ceremonious occasion. But one does not generally find me in a crumpled ball surrounded by a flood of salty tears. Until…I decided to buy a new car.
Inspired by my Seattle surroundings, I was seriously going green. I ate local. I purchased recycled toilet paper, environmentally-friendly dishwashing, clothes-washing, face-cleansing, body-scrubbing, counter-cleaning products, and I started composting….everything, including the hair from my hairbrush. I flushed when necessary, forwent one shower each week on the minimal sweating days when I had no plans for any exceptionally close hugging. Most of what I owned: clothes, furniture, electronics, had originally been, in their newness, in the hands of someone else. As I began to scan the larger contributors to my carbon footprint, I saw potential further eco-salvation in the purchase of an alternative car that relied not on Chevron but on the transformed substance from the discards of the local greasy spoon: Biodiesel.