Mr. W, his bro and I had lunch at Original Mike’s today, where I watched his bro consume an entire full rack of ribs. (“You can’t finish a full rack in one meal here!” “Oh yeah? Watch me.”) Then, walking toward the Prius, Mr. W ordered me to drive back to his house despite my protests. I’m really uncomfortable driving people’s cars, especially their new cars. I go through a paranoid period when I get a new car, so I’m pretty sensitive to other people’s PP, too. “Just do it,” Mr. W insisted, “And you can see what it feels like to drive a car with only 4 cylinders.” Does a Prius actually have 4 cylinders? It has pretty decent torque for 4 cylinders, but it doesn’t jump and fly into warp speed the way my IS350 does. I was secretly relieved. I’d have been mad if I could’ve spent $10K+ less on a car that is more fuel efficient (600 miles to the 12-gallon tank) without sacrificing the power. The Prius is perfect for Mr. W, however, because he gets the headroom in the dome-shaped roof of the Autopia-looking car, and crazy gas mileage, and it’s small enough to fit in a garage unlike his last few vehicles when he was in a run of 4 or 5 Toyota Tundra double-cabs, and it’s pretty affordable in the mid-$20K range. Plus it has most of the bells and whistles of a luxury car, i.e. touchscreen navigation system, back-up camera, upgraded speakers and 6-disk CD changer. He doesn’t have my tooshie-toastin heated seats, tho, but that’s okay for him cuz he also doesn’t have to deal with leather, either.