I walked outside this morning… it was cold… Autumn’s calling… Get the damn phone.

Last night before picking Chad up from the Airport we went with the Van-Crip-Klan to S.B.W. for a “green car show”.

There was a collection of hybrids represented by tubby white dealer guys who looked terribly out of place at the enviro-hippy event.

A couple of swatch cars … (they’re silly cute and would provoke compulsive collecting if they weren’t so damn expensive).

The star of the show was a charismatic, rubenesque woman with an 80’s Mercedes tubrodiesel.

“Maud”, a member of (if not arguably the mouthpiece of) the St. Louis Biodiesel Club was super friendly and crazy knowledgeable.

She worked the crowd like a pro, holding up different bottles containing samples of the different stages of the fuel rendered from spent cooking oil which she gets from one of the Lou’s hipper newish restaurants.

Elise and I introduced ourselves by sharing we both owned 2003 VW TDIs and now since our factory warranty was expiring – we were ready to go biodiesel.

Literature was gathered… emails exchanged… and it looks like we have a project for this winter.

Bonus: The dayjob boss is also really interested in this stuff and has asked me to get the info together and lead the effort for us creating a processing micro-plant here at work for fleet vehicles. (diesel trucks).

If all this gels and we get it off the ground, my business cards are going to read really oddly:

Jim Corbett, Creative Director / Alternative Fuel Tech / Chicken

postscript: happy Talk Like a Pirate Day!