When you live in the most politically charged town in the country, you
learn play a mean game of "Dodge the Activist and Whatever Her Cause Is." Such
was our audience at the Mall. It was, however, a beautifully sunny day and
we did manage to attract some attention with our little high-tech masterpiece.
I had the pleasure of being approached by a religious fundamentalist who
wanted to know what we meant by "evolve." He was actually a really nice guy.
We worked out a little deal where he would sign my postcard to the Bush Administration
to raise fuel efficiency standards if I promised to read his missionary pamphlet/comic
book when I went home that night. Done and done. Meanwhile, Stephanie witnessed
what might have been the funniest episode of civilian reception we've gotten
on this entire trip. A huge group of kids made their way toward the car.
One especially enthusiastic youngster yelled to the other children, "WOW!!!!
GUYS!! LOOK!!!!!! IT'S A CAR WITH FEET!!!! LOOK, GUYS!!!! IT'S A CAR AND
IT HAS FEET!!!! WOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!!!!" Props to our campaign manager, wherever
he is. That was a moment to remember.