Monday, October 26, 2020

NOTES ON "CLIMATE CHANGE" (NOT "GLOBAL WARMING"!)

 Is mass transit THE “answer”?

The internal combustion engine is one of the single most significant devices contributing to climate change around the world.  Of course, it’s not the only such contributing device, but its use and spread are pervasive.  Climate “activists” and politicians, however, have been almost silent about that widespread usage despite its technical deficiencies, except for some general “bleatings” about “clean energy” and legislatively coerced fuel mileage.  Most want to make operating one’s own internal combustion engine more “friendly” to the climate, not to replace it and thus piss off the driver-voters.

The internal combustion engine is, at most, 20% “efficient.”  That means at least 80% of all the energy contained within a burnt gallon of refined gasoline (or Diesel fuel) is shed through the radiator as heat, or radiates off the engine block and exhaust manifolds as heat, or goes out the tailpipe as heat and incompletely-burned fuel, spewed all over the place, coating windshields, vehicle paint and the inside surfaces of the alveoli in our lungs.  That is absurd!  

(For the sake of full disclosure, I own six gasoline-powered motor vehicles, four of which weigh over 3,900 pounds, three of which have quite thirsty, quite powerful V-8’s and, sadly, five of which are in various states of disrepair.  I am also a certified automobile mechanic, having passed the eight ASE “Master Mechanic” exams twice.  Regrettably, “the cobbler’s children have no shoes.”)

Most personal transportation, at least in the US, is provided by 3,000-plus-pound motor vehicles, powered by arguably more “efficient” internal-combustion engines yet individually operated by the owners, driving alone or occasionally with another passenger.  RARELY are such vehicles occupied by more than one adult person, regardless of the purpose of the journey.  Car-pooling is the exception, not the rule.  Why is that so?

For one, it’s obviously more convenient to jump into one’s own car WHENEVER one wishes and drive to WHEREVER one wishes to go.  And park closer.  And do as little walking as possible.  For another, very few people want to have to rub elbows with the hoi polloi who usually ride whatever public transit is available.  It’s just “nicer” to be able to ride alone in one’s own vehicle.  With gasoline selling (currently) around $2.00 per gallon, the “global“ consequences are utterly irrelevant for most.

BUT—

Driving one’s own motor vehicle, especially at night and on weekends, entails individual risks and consequences.  Going out to a bar or restaurant or live-music venue (absent current COVID concerns) entails a not-insignificant risk of drunk-driving injuries and deaths AND/OR criminal-defense and insurance costs and difficulties!  And, there is the congestion created by other drivers and their vehicles.  And, there is the annoying WASTE of time AND FUEL looking for a parking space, and the costs thereof, and the probable WALKING therefrom to the desired venue.  And, most of those undesirable risks and consequences are present, even without the burdens of dealing with one’s own impaired driving.  There are always the risks presented by the impairments of other drivers, as well as those risks that have NOTHING to do with anyone’s impaired driving.  Many drivers are simply riding around, utterly distracted, not paying attention to what is happening NOW!

CONVENIENT mass transit, especially rail transit, could make most of those serious problems much less annoying and risky.  “Convenient” means operating until late in the evening, frequently, AND on weekends, with transit rail beds going everywhere.  Shouldn’t all divided roads and streets hereafter built or “improved” have rail beds routinely constructed in the medians?

We already know how inefficient individual vehicles are.  They must routinely climb and descend grades that are mostly eliminated with rail transit.  Individual motor vehicles leave brake dust and smog in their wakes.  Rail transit does not.  Rail transit can move more people with less energy consumption and less local pollution.  I don’t know the energy “efficiency” of a rail transit vehicle, measured in person-vehicle-mile costs, but I would guess it is much better than “20%”!

There are also the associated costs of of private vehicle maintenance and storage vs. public transit vehicle maintenance and storage.  The latter are mostly paid by TAX DOLLARS, but the former come out of our individual pockets.  As for tax expenditures, I suspect the costs of street and highway building and maintenance are higher than the costs of rail transit building and maintenance.

I also suspect that the polluting effluent of motor vehicles (including Diesel buses) in a congested urban space is much worse than emissions from electrically-powered rail transit, considering that the electricity may be generated at remote sites away from urban congestion.  TAX-FUNDED public health costs imposed by urban vehicle pollution are significant.

So, what about convenience and tax costs?  Yes, one might have to rub elbows with the hoi polloi on occasion, but most personal vehicle usage might be eliminated with truly convenient rail transit, ESPECIALLY if fuel costs $6 or $7 per gallon, as it does in most other places in the world.  Yet, too many people are dependent on their motor vehicles to earn a living, so they would have no choice about paying more for vehicle fuel first if they want to keep their jobs.  Thus, the availability of reasonable alternatives SHOULD precede a legislatively-imposed fuel-cost increase to avoid a horrible economic crunch that would adversely affect local economies.  Too many “tree-huggers” are advocating a higher fuel tax FIRST!  As the Queen of Hearts said, "first the sentence, then the verdict”!

The typical cost-benefit analysis is rife with exceptions and deviations.  Getting an “honest” rendering thereof is problematic, not necessarily attributable to bad intentions.  The variables are gargantuan in number and many are elusive.  So, it may be cheaper right now to travel by one’s own vehicle than to pay for mass transit, ESPECIALLY if politicians foolishly declare that mass transit will “pay its own way,” as they did with Amtrak.  Unfortunately, mass transit is NOT going to “pay its own way.”  NO such system I know of anywhere in the world accomplishes that, and I have ridden rail transit in a lot of different countries and places.  Postponing the acceptance of that reality carries its own ADDITIONAL costs.  Taxpayers will simply HAVE to subsidize mass transit.  Otherwise, lower-income people won’t be able to afford a ticket to ride!  What’s the point of that?

Unfortunately, the poor ”unwashed masses” just don’t morally DESERVE such subsidies in the minds of many, never mind how much sense it makes!  And many voters will surely take out their ire on the “bleeding-heart” politicians who support them.  Understandably, no politician with half a lick of sense will go out on that limb and press for SUBSIDIZED mass transit!  Most of the “unwashed masses” don’t vote!
So the status quo prevails.

But many taxpayers have not fairly considered the many indirect governmental subsidies of private vehicle usage (and air travel) coming right out of their pockets.  Fuel taxes don’t BEGIN to cover the full costs of highway- and road-building or maintenance, nor do gate fees (substantially passed through to passengers as higher ticket costs) pay the full costs of airport construction and maintenance.  There is no “free lunch”!  Get over it!  IF transit provides substantial benefits not reducible to dollars and cents (like cleaner air and lower climate temperatures), perhaps SUBSIDIZED (dare I say “socialized”?) mass transit is the way to go.  Literally.

Voters must be led to “buy in” to the concept.  Voters must be persuaded that, in the long run, such a system will operate to THEIR advantage, both economically AND health-wise.  It’s not enough to pitch the smarmy altruistic purpose.  People are sick and tired of that crap!  They want to know what’s in it for THEM!  

But, all that will require smart and COURAGEOUS “leadership,” which translates as a willingness to risk political defeat!  Worldwide, but it needs to START in the US, because we already have the financial resources to do it.  We can set the good and smart example.  For a change.

Unless AND UNTIL those realities prevail, all the "tree-hugging" blather about “fixing climate change” is just pecking at the margins.

(10/9/20)

Saturday, October 3, 2020

THE TWELVE L-O-O-O-O-NG DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

My True Love bailed on me last year.  Christmas was the last straw.

I thought I’d try to do something really romantic and nice for her for Christmas.  I decided to replicate “The Twelve Days of Christmas” by giving her all the wonderful gifts as recited in the song.  Duh.


Twelve days each of “a partridge in a pear tree.”  I picked up some pear tree saplings last fall at a nursery and stored them in my garage.  I found a source for live partridges (“bobwhites”) and arranged to have them shipped to me in December.


Eleven days each of “two turtle doves” (whatever they are).  I got some live doves from the same source as the bobwhites.  I used to shoot both!  And eat them!  Damn, they tasted good!  Especially wrapped in bacon!


Ten days each of three French hens.  Do you have any idea of how hard it is to find FRENCH chickens?  But, I got ‘em!  At least they LOOK “French”!  I can’t tell if they cluck in French or not.  Do those clucks translate as “Pardon my French, but …?”  But I don’t think My True Love will know the diff!  I like fried chicken anyway!


Nine days each of four “calling birds.”  I had no clue what KIND of “calling birds, so I got 36 mynah birds that chattered up a storm!  And they weren’t “fowl-mouthed” like those gray parrots in Florida!


Eight days each of five golden rings per day.  Not real cheap, but not too bad, either.  Well, I thought they LOOKED like gold!


Seven days each of “six geese a-laying,” and six days each of “seven swans a-swimming.”  I’ve got a pond in my back yard, so I could keep them nearby and let the swans and geese hang out there.  I bought a couple of bales of hay and about 18 softballs to make it LOOK LIKE the geese were sitting on eggs!


And then I had to buy a bunch of cages for all those birds.  I got a bulk deal because I needed a lot of them!  I stashed them in my Barn.


Five days each of “eight maids a-milking,” which meant that I had to arrange both the maids and the cows.  I hired some college gals to dress up and pretend to be milk-maids (aprons and Dutch caps), and a buddy of mine who’s a cattle farmer brought in some steers to stand by and munch on the hay.  They didn’t care, and thankfully they didn’t need to be milked at 3 AM!  My True Love would not know the diff!


Four days each of “nine ladies dancing.”  I hired some women from the local Arthur Murray Studio to come in and swoop around.  They meshed nicely with the “ten lords a-leaping” who came in for three days.  It was kind of bizarre, though, watching them all jump and swoop around in the back yard.  It was pretty nippy out there, so I had to pay extra for them wearing the skimpy costumes!


Two days each of eleven pipers piping!  How annoying!  Thank goodness it was only for two days, and only for a little while each day!  They were playing Irish jigs for the ladies and lords to dance by.  I dreaded the possibility that they would be playing that dreary, atonal, pan-pipe Indian-music crap!  It was bad enough, so thankfully it was only two days!


FINALLY, on the last day, January 5, twelve frigging drummers drumming!  I got them from the local high school band.  What a RACKET!  They were outside, too.  You’d better believe it!  I told them just beat the Hell out of those drums for an hour and don’t worry about it.  They furnished their own uniforms, AND they brought some folding chairs, so I didn’t have to worry about any of  that.


By that time, though, My True Love was rather put out.  I think it was when the bird “doo” started piling up around the back door, and we could not walk in the yard for all the poop!  It was EVERYWHERE, and the sloped edge of the pond looked like a paved concrete boat ramp, where the geese and the swans were going in and out of the pond.  It was tough on the dancing ladies and the leaping lords, too!  Those birds had been there for several days BEFORE the ladies and lords got there!  The pipers and drummers didn’t care much, as they were sitting in the chairs they brought (pipers, too).  No marching required, which suited them.


When I thought about it and totaled everything up, I realized that I had set up a numerical “palindrome,” which is normally a word or phrase that reads the same, backward or forward, like “RADAR” or “A TOYOTA”:


12 partridges in pear trees and 12 drummers drumming!

22 “turtle doves” and 22 pipers piping!

30 French hens and 30 lords a-leaping!

36 calling birds and 36 ladies dancing!

40 golden rings and 40 maids a-milking!

42 geese a-laying and 42 swans a-swimming!


That’s a lot of bird poop!  I should have had sense enough to just make all that crap (pun intended) disappear every day and bring the same stuff back again the next day.


Another thing I noticed is that as each equivalent pair increases in total number, the DIFFERENCES between those total pairs reduce by “2”—10, 8, 6, 4, 2.  I thought it was a fascinating mathematical presentation, but My True Love simply did not care, as I vainly tried to explain it.  I was obviously boring her.


She just walked out the door, and I haven’t seen nor heard from her since.


And then the coyotes started eating all the birds.


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