Having two sons means I am being urged on a daily basis to be cooler than I was yesterday. So in a move no parent should make, as we were driving to Barrie Sunday I asked both my boys whether I should get a motorcyle and whether we could it sell it to their mom as an environmentally conscious/money saving move. (Please do not try this at home).
We had a lot of fun with that idea. We agreed it should be a speed bike, like a Ninja 500, not a hog. We were pretty pumped about the "this will save a pile of money" and "imagine the carbon footprint" angle we dreamed up in our head. This wasn’t really our motivation, but it sounded so good.
Then came dinner and I broached the subject. My gracious bride, who is used to living with three men, didn’t completely choke on her food. We imagined how long it would take before I was in a serious accident (probably not long) but persisted as we thought about how much money we would save.
Then we did the math. The Ninja would get 20 mpg more than my car…I could drive it every day for six months of the year (it does snow here)….We pulled out the calculators at the dinner table. And then we discovered that the Ninja would pay for itself by the gas it saved if I drove it every day for…are you ready….55 years. We double checked the math. Yep. 55 years.
I would have to drive the stupid thing till I was well over 90 to make it pay for itself.
Stupid idea. Stupid logic.
Next time, I have to do the math before I raise the subject. Darn it.