First was that lowering the speed limit will save a lot of fuel, then, to the universal pitorreo generalized output whirlwind of ministers (each for their hand, missing more) pointing plans to avoid energy catastrophe. And finally the Council of Ministers approves a paquetón of various measures, some reasonable, others of dubious effect and a few just stupid. But it was too late and the joke has been monumental. And that seems the most symptomatic of the state government. No one gets angry, nobody is surprised, no one takes seriously anything they say. Everyone, in short, Descojonado of their occurrences. And of course, onomatopoeia Fredy Rubalcaba ( Brrrrr, it engine) and the minister of industry, educational plan and if we still had doubts about the concept they have the mental capacity of citizens, explaining that the barrels of oil we're going to save "lined up to come here to Beijing" , the end to fix.
Anyway, maybe it's time to start thinking to recover those old gasifiers that were used during the war. What is a gas generator? Well, it is more fine call it a generator fueled by biomass.
To avoid getting lost in technicalities, imagine a large jug or a field kitchen suitably adapted to gasify things, it attaches to your car (if there is no place to put it, you take it on a trailer small). than it is to burn into the jug or kitchen everything you can think and get a gaseous fuel powering an internal combustion engine.
So instead of going to the gas station to refuel, you stand in front of a container of paper or trash ... everything for inside!, Including banana peels, as in the Delorian of Back to the Future. is also advisable to take an ax and give power and a good use of those oaks white beans that are usually transplanted into the roundabouts.
Now, yes, gossip has drawbacks. So what we had Wenceslao Fernandez Flores in 1942:
Seizing the permit The director of this magazine gives us to praise our citizens and industries of our fellow citizens, I have a gas generator propaganda deserved "Stromboli" and pay at the same time, a debt of gratitude. In any case, the gas generator invented by my friend Domínguez not like anyone, he is called "Stromboli", and there is another one that bears the name of the beautiful volcano of Lipari.
For I was, has a few months, invited to an unforgettable trip in a car is not what brand powered by the diabolical Domínguez building.
A hot summer afternoon got into the car, ready to attend the final test. We were: Domínguez, who had the wheel, Mr. Rives, his wife, me and an assistant to the inventor, who was a subject lean, quiet, huge paws, which had been fireman sea. Before entering the car, Mr. Rives asked if the trip special interest offered some risk, because his wife was on tape and could hurt any feelings. Upon hearing such questions, Dominguez broke into a laugh of good omen and ended up saying very strongly that if Medical science was not quite late, I would advise the ladies to spend periods of gestation in cars powered by gas generators.
the fireman in this maritime finished filling the furnace with a fuel that, seen up close looked like chocolate, and went to Madrid.
While driving, Dominguez gave us a welcome and surprising news that their gas generator was also used to pasteurize milk and carrying two liters for a demonstration. Congratulations while enjugábamos sweat running down our faces, because the temperature had increased. This phenomenon was enhanced to exceed the number of thermometric degrees that can withstand a Bedouin in the desert to boil and, in parallel, there were some events to which attaches no importance at the moment, so the buttons on the jackets are made malleable and Mr. Rives nose curl. That was when the sea began to show signs of being to your liking and came to hum a barcalora.
In addressing a sharp uphill first heard the tremendous roar from the engine fired, and that was to cause such an impression on all living things a league round. A bomber will not resonate so tragically. Blows, coughs diabolical giant gnashing of teeth, coughing, explosions, whistles, crashes against iron irons ... if I have to express a rough comparison I have to appeal to the sounds of a haunted house in combination with the sounds that the real " Stromboli "may occur in one of his most angry eruptions.
yet would not go down badly if the car crept black smoke and rough that we could not breathe and we kept in infernal whirlwinds. The landscape was cleared, and dipped in bitumen, and soon we could see the long arms and large hands of the fireman, who seemed to dance anything, chattering his fingers, raging full of nostalgia around it.
The white houses we found on the banks of the road were left after spending, caramel color. That smoke must have toxic effects, because Mr. Rives began to scream, saying that he was a squid and I was very happy to travel within their ink, and I harassed the lady urging him to tell me the name of a saint there was black, very reputable, because I wanted to entrust to him and could not remember.
flames suddenly emerged. The car was burning. We were jumping, charred on the road. The marine fireman shouted from his seat: "Fire in the bunkers!" And then he threw the road and waving her arms as if swam, reached the foot of a tree, took off her clothes and spread to that dry, so I deduced that his reason wavered to the point of believing in a shipwreck.
As Mrs. Rives, also breathing heavily by the damn smoke, had shortly after a black child.
All physicians I said so.
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