I guess I am not that green

So I am still getting over my shredded paper and paint can issue with the city's poor recycling program, and then I discover I am really not that green.  Well maybe what I should say is I am not that patient.  Is there a difference, I am not sure?  Here is the situation.  I was in the car with a very dear and beloved family member, my father, when I found myself ready to pull out every hair on my head.  Why you may ask?  Because he was driving like -15 miles per hour.  He called it hypermiling or supermiling or something like that.  Basically what it is is ways that you stretch out your cars mpg.  Example you coast and cruise whenever you can to reduce the amount of times you need to use the brake pedal, which ultimately saves the amount of fuel you use.  This apparently is very good for the environment (dur Charlotte).  I mean better tactics would be to walk or ride a bike (and trust me when I say that is probably faster).  But when you can't I guess go ahead and try this hypermiling stuff.  And even though I am pure evil and normally would be honking the horn like mad for someone going -15 mph, in the future I will try to refrain.  For the environment and also for my father.  Please forgive me mother Earth and also my dad.