A week or two ago my roommate, in the face of rising petrol prices, introduced to me the practice of “driving like a Grandma”. Apparently he’s been saving up to 40% at the pump just through increased fuel efficiency, though this is to be expected when you compare “driving like a maniac” (Garth’s standard practice) with “driving like a Grandma”.
I tried it myself, and though I’m yet to have any quantitative data on the matter, I’ll tell you right now that taking corners at a reasonable speed, and not pushing your car to its acceleratory (is that a word?) limit makes the simple act of driving to the supermarket not only safer, but more relaxing. No wonder Grandmothers live for so long.