You hippies get under my skin with your collectivism. I fill up my gas guzzling suv twice a week with high-test and toss styrofoam cups full of freshly clubbed baby seal eyes out the window on the way home. Then I eat 100 twinkies and burn the plastic wrappers in a bucket of used motor oil.
But seriously, buy a car that runs on alcohol and make it all day long--who cares? Don't include me in your little collectivist paradise plan because I'm not giving up one ear of my golden sweet corn for your hippie mobile.