Driving Ms. Eva in the 2012 Toyota Camry Hybrid XLE
The trip to Wichita is a long, undulating descent of 3,981 ft. into the plains across 425 miles, where you turn right off I-70 at Salina to travel the last 92 miles to the largest city in Kansas. The population from the 2010 Census was 382,368.
On the trip there the 2012 Toyota Camry Hybrid XLE had to fight crosswinds of 75 mph across the high plains. Traveling at a mileage-reducing 75 mph ambient highway speed against the winds lowered the efficiency of the intrepid hybrid to a mere 32.9-mpg, according to the onboard computer.
We stopped in Hays KS to refill with over a quarter tank still remaining. Given about 40 miles around Denver before departure, that makes our actual mileage 440 divided by 10.9 much closer to 40-mpg, despite the wind and highway velocity.
It’s around this area where Kansas has acres of wind power generators and I was surprised the first ones encountered were virtually motionless in these high winds. Then I recalled they were on the wrong side of the highway – a new generation field not yet online. These power-producing windmills seem to take on a new significance these days. Some people find them unaesthetic, but I see a graceful beauty in their harnessing of natural forces to produce cleaner energy, while still allowing agriculture to continue about their bases.
Ms. Eva did not understand this hybrid technology. She was used to the cars I drive taking much more frequent fill-ups, but I had to put off gassing up again until we had driven all about for four more days – there was three-quarters of a tank remaining after filling up in Hays.
Ms. Eva had no real complaints about the 2012 Toyota Camry Hybrid XLE itself, but did have a problem with the navigator. Specifically she doesn’t like some other woman telling me what to do in her presence – she considers this her exclusive prerogative.
She didn’t seem to care much for it’s constantly interrupting her – from reminding me of all the mistakes I’ve made in what she sees as an unsuccessful and fruitless life. From what friends have told me, this is what most moms consider their life’s work – telling their children what’s wrong with them, that is.
That very navigation unit made it much easier to find my way through the morass of new freeways, interchanges and bypasses that have been built over the past few years. Life is change and highways and communities are living entities in that sense.
Ms. Eva liked having a handle over the door, she could hold onto it when merging onto the highway or negotiating wide elongated turns.