Oh come on, Hollywood. This is just taking the whole “green” thing too far, I thought as I was shown to my vehicle at the rental lot. But as I waited at a light on Sunset and La Cienega, a leggy blonde cycled up next to me, aviator sunglasses and a tilted smile, perfectly pedicured and gold-stilettoed foot eagerly pressing the plastic pedal. I could get used to this, I thought, adjusting the seat back into a more comfortable position using the farthest peg holes. Gonna be tough getting to Malibu though…
