About a month ago, I was in the camp of rolling my eyes at hybrids on the road. To me their motivation was to save the planet. Well, it’s a big planet and a few hybrids aren’t going to supplant the egregious impact of a single volcano’s eruption. But then I started calculating my monthly spend on gasoline. My oversized sport utility vehicle and my turbo-charged crossover were fun, but expensive.
It’s easy math; a hybrid with a pathetic 13-gallon tank can drive farther than both of my other cars combined. Even though nothing is really created equal, hybrids have advanced enough generations for most to be similar enough that the brand you buy is mostly preference and price. I do some serious driving, so I decided to treat this adventure like a science experiment.