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BLOODY KNUCKLES By Peter D. DuPre Well, I Nobody Told Me! n my last column I wrote about fuel costs and my attempt to maximize gas mileage in Ol' Red. However, in relating my concerns over the cost of fuel, I somehow failed to mention my misadventure on my way home from the NAPA store. And let me say right here that I don't make this stuff up. As I left the auto parts stores I swung by the local drive-thru espresso stand for a much needed the hot bean brew, I decided to take the scenic route home. It's a of the harbor that snakes through the woods and canyons until it comes out about a half mile from my back door. It's a fun little drive with lots of the twists and turns that make any driver happy. I've been 14 CHANGING LANES // MAY '12 driving this route for over 20 years and know every bump, and crack in the asphalt like I do the back of my hand (Hey, how'd that scratch get there?). It's fun because the top speed limit is 40mph and if you try to keep that speed through all the turns, your vehicle will careen like the cars in Mr. Toad's Wild Ride at Disneyland. All the same, over the years, I have come to know the road well enough that I can drive it close to the speed limit and never touch the brakes if the road ahead if clear. Ol' Red is so low geared, that I can simply let off the throttle a tad, hit the apex prop- erly, and smoothly exit the turns. Andretti bit on the return trip when I noticed a county mountie a couple of turns back. No worries, though, as I wasn't exceeding the posted www.changinglanesdigital.com