Hypermiling Contest Gold: Harvey's Honda Prelude
Thursday, March 11, 2010 by Harvey Xiao
It’s my driving we’re talking about here. Who’d you think was gonna win? ;)
This is how I did it. Start by being the most aggressive driver of the group, and then simply put in a week of normal driving. Easy.
I’m kidding.
I won because my car and my commute joined forces to create a perfect storm against my competition. The Prelude’s high-revving motor had the most to gain from easing up a bit on the freeway. My 185 mile commute to the client also gave me room to play around with all sorts of (really stupid) hypermiling techniques. I broke it up into 2 parts: my drive up to the client on Tuesday, and my drive back from the client on Friday. Here goes.
Trip up - Playing it cool.
I didn’t want anyone to know I was hypermiling - too cool for that nonsense. Sierra Club sticker? No thanks. At least that’s what it looked like from the outside. Inside, I was busy shifting exactly at 3k RPM (that’s actually just adequate to keep up with day to day traffic), keeping the highway speed rock solid at 75 (instead of 80), and keeping my distance from other folks to minimize necessary braking (by giving me ample room to get my ass out of the way without brakes).
Off the freeway, I predicted the lights. I eased off the gas when I saw stale green in the distance, and accelerated when I thought I had a chance to minimize a static idle. I used engine braking down the hills, and avoided all acceleration on the inclines. I pulled into parking lots fast and coasted into an open spot if I could. Pretty slick.
Verdict: Definitely doable. Not all the rules, all the time, but more of a default driving mode that’s interjected with brief moments of adrenaline rushing stupidity. I can work some of this in.
Trip down - Losing all dignity.
I gave up on all attempts at public perception. I shifted religiously through the gears at 2k RPM and looked down when grandmothers in Buick Roadmasters passed me with a dirty face.
On the freeway, I gradually (and I emphasis gradually) made it to 60 mph in the slow lane where I patiently waited for the perfect semi to pass. 15 miles later, I got my wish. A white 53’ Kohler truck cruising at 72. I swerved in behind him and nestled into drafting mode. When he changed lanes, I changed lanes. When he sped up to pass, I sped up to pass. Up the hills at 65, down the hills at 75, flat land at 72. To the onlooker, it seemed like the Kohler truck gave birth to a black Honda.
We were practically married for 75 miles. Then, as we were inching past a brown Prius, the Toyota driver swerved to cut me off. That asshole stole my spot! I watched helplessly as it looked like the truck conceived the ugly duckling instead. As the new couple left me behind, I tried to make myself feel better- maybe the Prius couldn’t stop.
Back driving solo I tended to lose momentum going up the hills. Going up one such bump, I saw something yellow in the mirror. It got bigger.. is it..? yes.. crap… oh god.. a school bus. Yup, it’s passing me… oh, look the kids are waving… ok.. wave back.. “hi kids!” ..”work hard..go to college, and you can learn to drive like this..”
Thankfully, a Pepsi truck took me on as a drafting buddy 10 miles later, and I hitched on the remainder of the way to Boston.
Verdict: Oh HELL NO. I don’t care if that drive churned out 100 MPG. The humiliation of sitting in the slow lane coasting along at 60 waiting for that perfect truck to pass me by … no thanks. I’ll go plant a tree or something instead.
So to sum up:
- Drive it like it’s a Civic HX, it’ll perform like a Civic HX.
- Prius drivers are jerks.
Results:
- Starting MPG: 24.7
- Trip up MPG: 33.1
- Trip down MPG: 38.1
Undisputed. Champ.





