In this Perrier world of odd/even gas rationing, mopeds, gas cap locks, Lite beer, etc., it's heartening to see a rocker with a social conscience. No chocolate brown Mercedes or even a seats-50 gas-guzzling slide for this bad old dude: "Call Me Pinto Ian sez he. A-men, sez-we. SPECIAL OPTIONS: The DONT HIT ME, MY TANK'S FULL license plate holder; the mental ward green finish; deluxe rubber harness; and factory-installed sprinkler system that goes off immediately upon impact. This-little green baby gets 25 miles per gallon—make that 55 in downtown Cleveland. Happy trails!