Outlaw Power Steering

One of my old buddies, Lyle came by my apartment some years ago. Lyle is an avid outdoorsman and was "Green" many years before it was hip.

"Hey Ert Man, I need your help putting together my new idea."

"Hell man, what's your new idea?"

"I know how to cut down on pollution. Big Time!"

"Cool dude! How's that?"

"We just need Congress to pass a simple law that outlaws power steering."

"I am sorry Lyle; did you say power steering or power queering?"

"Steering!"

"You think banning power steering will cut back on pollution?"

"Hell yeah it will! Don't you see it? It is so simple. Without power steering people will drive more slowly and more efficiently."

"Drive efficiently because it is more effort to dart in and out of traffic?"

"Yeah man, you get it! Now I AM willing to make concessions. I guess it is all right if grannies and cripples have power steering"

"Lyle, were you huffing gas when you hatched this one?"

I lost the next twenty minutes of my life to his god damned nonsense. Unable to convince me to schedule an appointment with our Congressmen, Lyle left in a huff. On his way out the door he called me a narrow minded fart bag. As he heavy handedly closed the door, "You ain't visionary enough for me to drink with."

He was back at my place an hour and a half later. Two ole girls we knew showed up at my door, with a bottle of Jack. One girl called him up and he appeared at my refrigerator door in ten minutes.

"Dirty Ert, your vision has definitely improved."