Sunday, November 23, 2008

Let Ford be Ford

Many thanks to Nancy Rommelmann for hosting the lively dialogue that inspired this post. Full disclosure, I drive a Ford Explorer but I wish I drove an Audi. And a Maserati. I have three kids, two of whom play travel soccer. Not a week goes by when we don't have at least one sortie where all seven seats are filled. Guess what? Ford made a great vehicle I wanted at a price I could afford. This is how the free market works. I own a Ducati motorcyle and drove a Triumph TR6 when I met Lola. Both of those vehicles have about as much utility to me as a Prius. Which is to say, almost none.

A lot has been written about bailing out the big three, forcing them to re-structure, build green cars and become viable companies. Here's the problem with that argument. You can't build green cars AND be a viable company without enormous taxpayer subsidies or artificially high gasoline prices. Why, because people don't want or can't afford green cars as they exist today. The problem with tieing federal funds to manufacturing mandates is that they force companies to respond not to public demand but to the EPA and their flunkies in Congress. Wait a minute, you say. Priui were flying out of the dealerships last year. Yes, but so were Toll Brothers houses. Both were an anomoly driven by an overheated global economy. C'mon, did oil suddenly become scarce in 2006? Was everybody in China really going to have two cars in the garage? I don't think so. Well, you ask, now that gas is $1.77 in New Jersey why aren't F-150's flying out of the dealerships? You ask a lot of questions but that one is easy. Because almost no one can get financing and those that can are waiting for prices to come down further (ah, deflation knocks at the door). Sure, gasoline prices will probably go up a little when demand increases (let us pray) but it won't breach $4.00 a gallon anytime soon unless the do-gooders in Congress decide to "fix" it. More on that later.

De-regulation has taken its hits lately. Ironically, the financial industry is one of the most regulated businesses in America. The other one is the auto industry. OK, I think cars should have seat belts. In fact, I wouldn't buy one that didn't. But that's the point. We didn't need the government or Ralph Nader to tell us to put seat belts in cars. Remember when everyone said we needed airbags in every car right now? The car companies did a great job responding to the public clamor and congressional mandate creating more complex and expensive cars for the public. Then we found out that airbags kill small people. Oops. But safety features and personal choice can co-exist and I point to side airbags as an example. They are not mandated but people who want them and can afford them buy cars with them as an option. But let us set aside safety for a moment (as I am often wont to do) and talk about one of the more insidious government intrusions that has hamstrung the auto makers for 30 years. Yes, the dreaded CAFE standards. Corporate Average Fuel Economy as mandated by Congress in 1975 prevented auto makers from making only the highly profitable vehicles that Americans wanted to buy, SUV's and Mustangs because the standards required a fleet average fuel economy well above those of the desirable vehicles. In order to maintain a high domestic fleet average (the UAW insisted that foreign Fords could not be used in the harmonic mean calculation)the automaker had to offset the gas guzzlers with unprofitable Escorts and Fiestas. Remember that wages, healthcare costs, real estate, robots and all the other inputs cost the same whether you're building a high profit vehicle or a loss leader. Sure, the automakers might have been caught out when oil skyrocketed, but if they had been unfettered by Congressional mandates they would have had half the number of facilities (because the UAW won't let you build Explorers and Escorts in the same plant) and been sitting on a pile of cash. Now I'm not here to bash the UAW, they are looking out for their members and, let's face it, American workers are the most productive in the world. They've taken their licks and are going to have to play ball for the survival of the auto industry. I have faith that they will. But when I hear that any bailout will be contingent on yet more Congressional mandates for "greenness" I want to scream. That's how we got here in the first place. If Congress insists on dictating the way cars are built then they need to stop bitching about paying for it and just pony up the cash. Because the only way green cars can be "sustainable" is to artificially inflate the price of gas to European levels and the only way that could happen is with a filibuster-proof Democratic Congress, a Democrat President and Henry Waxman as head of the Energy and Commerce committee. Uh oh.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

My Hero

Last Saturday, after months of dedicated training and a hellish week of cutting weight, my lovely wife Lola took the Gold Medal in the Women's Masters Division at the North American Grappling Association Tournament in Newark, NJ. She's a great Mom and a great wife and she can adapt and overcome better than anyone I have ever met. Lola's in the white Gi and check out her wicked arm bar!


Lola, you rock and I love you more than ever!

Thank You For Your Service

I just wanted to take a moment to thank those Veterans, young and old, who have answered the call to serve their Country. They performed this service without political agenda and without Democrat or Republican partisanship. So I write today in that spirit, with only gratitude in my heart and the hope that those currently serving will return safely to their families when their job is done. I am humbled by their sacrifice.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Have you looked in the mirror lately

OK, I think I have the name thing squared away so now I can actually opine. Given that this is my first genuine content driven post I wanted to make certain that I tackled a subject of universal importance that would leave audiences awestruck with its profundity and generate an Obama-like following.

So I've settled on facial hair. Not just any facial hair mind you, but the dreaded goatee. Yes you Mr. Businessman on 45th Street this morning with your neatly trimmed va-jay-jay mouth. Do you think it makes you young? Hip? Devil-may-care? A nutty professor? No! It makes you look like a truck driver or worse, a Jets fan. Now don't get me wrong, I drove a dump truck (in Manhattan no less) for two years and left a trail of broken sideview mirrors and terrified pedestrians in my wake as evidence. I also applaud the Jets overwhelming victory at the expense of the hapless Rams yesterday. But why would you purposely try to look like an idiot? Irony? I don't think so.

Goatees had their time in the sun about fifteen years ago and even then they could go horribly wrong. In fact I almost grew one myself back in '94 but then I saw something like 1,000 of them in one day in the East Village and realized it was already too late. So look around you, who is still sporting a flavor saver? Is it you?

Deep In the Heart of Plagiarism

Again, reprinted from my old blog, Deep In the Heart of Brooklyn which, as you can see below, was not half as ingenious as I thought it was:

It's been less than 12 hours since I started this blog and I've already encountered my first problem. You see, I started this blog as a lark and it is intended to be whimsical. But it is also intended to be original (or as original as is possible with 30,000,000,000 blogs already out there). So when I was setting up the blog last night I had to come up with a name on the spur of the moment and Deep in the Heart of Brooklyn seemed the right choice given my 32 years here and my family's Texas roots. However, when I googled DITHOB this morning, lo and behold there is already a blog by that name and it is, coincidentally, written by a Dad with a kid going through the NYC High School admissions process. There is probably room in the ether for two blogs with the same name but he thought of it first so he should have sole possession of it. And he can probably spell better. So I will resolve to come up with another name today and will advise both of my loyal readers when I have done so.

Because Brad Said I Wouldn't

Please note that this post was published on my old blog yesterday and is reprinted here because I can do basically whatever I want:

Brad said I should start writing a blog but that I wouldn't. He also called me smart and opinionated. He's only half right. I'm sure there have been stupider reasons for starting a blog but probably not many. So in spite of having an actual job that requires me to shave and wear clothes that I didn't sleep in the night before I am starting this blog. Because Brad said I wouldn't.For those of you who haven't been following, I have tried to maintain a blog by hijacking the comments section of Brad's excellent blog, Bone in the Fan. Until I learn how to embed links you'll just have to add a dot com to Bone in the Fan and you can read Brad's hilarious take on the world. Be forewarned, half of his posts are about Carrot Top. I think he doth protest too much.Also, the three of you who are reading this that don't already read it, please check out Nancy Rommelmann's amazing commentary at http://nancyrommelmann.typepad.com/ . OK, that looks like a link.Now, the name. I live in Brooklyn. I love Brooklyn. I wouldn't live anyplace else. I am one of those gun toting, quail hunting Republicans who also likes to ride fixed gear bicycles, drink espresso, kickbox, listen to college radio and NPR (gasp!) and work in a community garden. There aren't many of us, but Brooklyn is our ancestral home. Expect commentary on politics, architecture, Jersey drivers, soccer, coffee, Mixed Martial Arts and my amazing wife, Lola. Also, expect something like one post a month. So don't check back often. Remember, I'm only doing this to make Brad wrong. Something he's used to.