A bright, sunny day greeted Scott and me in Miami, where we were first acquainted
with our little darling, the hybrid, our chariot for the tour up the East Coast.
Luckily, Scott already owned a Prius, so the idiosyncrasies of starting this
crazy little contraption (a start button instead of an ignition, a transponder
instead of a key) were not foreign to him. After spending10 minutes trying
to figure out how to open the trunk, we were off to our hotel in no time at
all.