Wednesday 13 February 2013

Not Robinson Crusoe



























It's not uncommon on Bolt's blog, together with many of the more extreme rightwing sites loose on the interweb, to read that we are doing a Robinson Crusoe when it comes to Climate Change policy.

I've blogged on this before, but that was some time ago.

This site graphically dispels the myth, and provides up to date information.

H/T Chris.

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Somebody is Robinson Crusoe in this picture - (Nicked from an ALP website and digitally enhanced).

More Motoring Muttering (the Ninja Car)



Ninja car. Note creases front and rear.































Last week I drove a strange and wonderful vehicle about 1500km.

I finished up driving it a whole lot further than originally intended because of the geography of the rivers in the Maranoa – but I‘ll talk about that later.

The term “Ninja” applies for two reasons – this thing is both unorthodox and Japanese. Ninja are Japanese warriors who used unorthodox techniques, as opposed to the Samurai – much more conventional fighters.

It’s also a Toyota, which at first glance, doesn’t gel with the unorthodox description, but it is very different from the conventional household appliance (which is what Toyotas essentially are). In the first place, it has two motors, one miller-cycle petrol driven, and the other, electric.

It also has most of its ancillaries driven by electricity, including the power steering and the air conditioning. It has very low coefficient of drag, and very hard low rolling resistance tyres.

It is, of course, a Camry Hybrid. These things are now predominantly Australian made. They’re probably the most complex motor vehicle ever made in this country.

Hybrids tend to get the climate change deniers collective knickers in a knot, as they claim that they are a wank – to put it crudely, pandering to fashion and alarmism.

Funny thing is – they are rapidly becoming a common feature of many taxi fleets. Taxi managers are notoriously hard headed when it comes to vehicle choice. They put efficiency and economics before politics.

This particular example was a pale blue, and had obviously been driven in the manner of most fleet cars. Only one corner wasn’t creased, and when I picked it up, it took me about 5 minutes to set the driver’s seat up so I could actually see out of it.

Perhaps there was a connection between the low seat and the creases on its flanks which were obviously earned in brushes with the support pillars in the underground fleet car park. The bloody seat was set so low that anyone within the normal range of physical dimensions was flat out seeing anything but blue sky.

It was actually very interesting to drive, and felt like no Camry I’ve driven, and I’ve driven plenty.

It was quiet, refined, a bit ponderous, and accelerated very well indeed. Overtaking was a breeze, as the torque of the electric motor is always there, and fairly hooks in when you need it. It has a very well sorted CVT instead of a gearbox, and this seamlessly encourages the two motors to cooperate in perfect harmony.

The ponderous feel reminds me of a Toyota Avalon I used to drive in the fleet. This isn't surprising, as the architecture of the Avalon is similar, if a model or two ahead .

The Camry handled very well, but was not all that responsive. The brakes felt funny, but stopped it very well. Overall, the controls had a disconnected feel about them, but performed the necessary functions with a minimum of fuss. It felt a bit like driving a simulation, rather than an actual car.

The big deal with these things is, of course, their fuel efficiency. This one returned litres per 100kms in the mid sixes, which is pretty good for a car of this size, weight and performance. This was in country cruising mode, at which, unlike conventional vehicles, hybrids are not most efficient. They return better figures in stop-start urban conditions. Hence the attraction for the taxi fleet buyers.
They are fuel efficient - 5.6lit/100kms


You’d get these figures in a good diesel on a long trip, but diesel prices are ridiculous in the bush. The Camry Hybrid is content to run on 91RON unleaded.

And the extra kilometres? You’d have to look at a map, but halfway through the week I ran into flooding down the Weir, Condamine and Balonne Rivers. These are all part of the Murray Darling system, flowing south in this neck of the woods, and I had to get from Roma to St George.

First option was the Carnarvon Highway, but the Balonne crossing at Surat was flooded. I turned north, to attempt to cross on the Leichhardt at Miles, but it was cut by the Condamine. In the end, I had to go all the way north to Dalby, and go along the Moonie Highway to get around the Weir River, which was also in flood.

The detour was about 350kms. A 220km journey became 543km by the time I got to Goondiwindi.

St George? Couldn’t get there. I’ll have to do that one next trip.

I wouldn’t mind if I was assigned a Camry Hybrid – no matter how creased.

  

Sunday 10 February 2013

Motels




















 I get to stay in heaps of motels. Last year I counted 80 nights, mostly in provincial towns in the Southwest (Queensland, that is - the only Southwest that counts).

Because I've been doing this work since "retirement" in 2005, I've got to know these places, and the people who own, run, and work in them, pretty well. I can tell you who does the best (and worst) breakfasts, who has the best beds, and which air-cons are the noisiest. I also have accumulated a list of pet peeves about motels.

The most infuriating one is the mismatch between the electric kettles and the tap in the bathroom. It's almost universal. Mostly, the kettle won't fit under the tap, and trying to get enough water to make a cuppa, whilst holding the kettle at an improbable angle, is to say, the least, a trial.

Then there's the air conditioners. They’re pretty much essential in the summer with temperatures over 40 for weeks on end, but they’re noisy damn things. I remember one in a motel in Charleville which just about left off the wall when it booted up. Where possible, I always turn them off after nightfall, as most of the time once the room has cooled after the sun’s gone down, it’s comfortable enough for sleep without the air. Reverse cycle air is useful in the winter. Places that get to forty in the summer will drop to below freezing in winter. I’ve seen ice on the windscreen in Cunnamulla.

These days, most of the people staying in motels are involved in extractive industries. This invariably means diesels that start up at 5am, and beery evenings, usually out front of the rooms. I don’t mind any of that, but it’s more than a little irritating having to book rooms three months ahead because of congestion caused by the miners. This is made worse in Roma (for example) because a number of motels and caravan parks were flooded in 2010, and still haven’t been fixed, so the number of beds available has dropped. On a couple of times I haven’t been able to find a bed in Roma, and have been forced to stay in Muckadilla (40kms west) or Wallumbilla (40kms east).

Some weird things happen in bush motels. A few years ago, I was staying in a fairly seedy looking establishment in a town that will remain nameless. I forgot to order breakfast when I booked in, so filled out the order in my room and dropped it off at reception. I got a bit distracted on the way back, and opened the wrong door – the one next to my room. There was a bloke in the bed without a stitch on, and a heavily made up woman shoving a wad of notes into her handbag at the desk. She was wearing a miniskirt and (very) high heels, which looked a bit incongruous. I muttered an apology and retreated quickly.

There were a lot of comings and goings in that room late into the evening, and most of the visitors drove large and noisy trucks which they parked for the hour or so around the side of the motel.

Discreet it wasn’t.

Taken for Granted

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