Word: honda
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...silver Honda Civic leaves Kevin Greenlee's house and tools across Pleasanton, a fast-growing town 30 miles east of San Francisco. We're headed for the local Bay Area Rapid Transit station, where Greenlee, 41, an investments manager, will park the car for the day. It will not be waiting for him when he returns. While he rides a San Francisco-bound commuter train, someone else will get in the car and drive away. After that, five more people will get behind the wheel and put close to 100 miles on the Honda. Greenlee doesn't mind. "I just...
Greenlee will drive home a different silver Honda this evening. His own car, a 1987 Ford Thunderbird, has sat unused in his garage for the past four months. During that time, Greenlee has shared 12 natural-gas Hondas with 60 strangers in an experiment called CarLink. The program is run by researchers at the University of California at Davis, who believe that car sharing can encourage mass-transit use while reducing pollution and traffic. It saves Greenlee money: he pays just $200 a month--covering insurance, fuel and maintenance--to have a Civic for himself at night and on weekends...
...Greenlee arrives at the station, leaves the key to the Honda in a security box and walks to his train. Soon Annemarie Meike and Bill Glassley, a married couple who live in Oakland and commute to Pleasanton, pick up the key and get into the Honda to drive to the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory, where both are scientists. In the past they drove the entire way from home to their jobs--60 miles round-trip--because the bus service connecting BART to the lab was slow and unreliable. Now they take BART to Pleasanton and, for $60 a month...
NOON. Glassley and Meike hop into the Honda--which is labeled with an F--to grab a fast lunch. I ask about the annoyance of the other drivers' fiddling with the radio presets. "That's turned out to be a great thing," Meike says. "Every time I get into the car, I discover a new station." While she talks, she dumps hot sauce onto a taco and feeds it to Glassley, taking care not to muss up the seat for the next driver...
Cibo Matto inhabits a strip of sonic territory between the hip-hop nation and the Land of the Rising Sun. The Japanese-American performing duo of Miho Hatori and Yuka Honda released a debut CD in 1996, Viva! La Woman, that was an irrepressible delight, fusing hip-hop rhythms with elusively poetic lyrics about culinary cravings. The duo's new album is more about vocal harmonies and hooky melodies. A few of the songs are four-ambulance conceptual disasters. But most of the tracks have a strange sweetness to them, leaving you feeling as though you've bitten into...