I Explode Things.
David Mark Brown 
The quest continues. Yes, I am wearing my hemp pants as I type, but my hunger for answers has not been satisfied. Why are nice, hemp pants (other than meditation pants for the mamby-pamby metro-sexual type) so hard to find? Is it possible that they don’t exist, or exist only like world peace and low fat cream?
Well, I have unearthed a hidden realm where hemp clothing abounds. Well, it is more of an unincorporated settlement than a realm, and by “abounds” I mean exists. But that is good news!
U Car Share, a division of U-haul, has arrived in Salt Lake City. I know, I know. I hate U-haul. Talk about a company with horrible working conditions and nightmarish service. But try to put all that aside. Rather than pump more black smoke from poorly maintained moving vans, U-haul is trying its hand at appealing to the student, the office jockey and the granola urbanite.
U Car Share provides another alternative, alongside riding a bike or taking a bus, to individual car ownership. This sort of thing has been going on for years in romantic locals such as McMinnville, Berkeley, Portland and Madison. But, alas, I have never lived in any of those places. I do, however, live in Salt Lake City. Thus I should be thrilled to have access to car sharing. Yeah! Woohoo. Yep. Hizzaa. Woopty doo.
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