I thought about that for a few beats, decided even if he was kidding I liked his sense of humor, and replied "So what kind of mileage are you getting with Christian blood?" He didn't even have to stop and think about it before he replied. "It depends. I cut it with ten percent mead because I am a Green kind of guy in my own way. The only problem is that finding mead is only slightly harder than finding a real Christian around here.
I found myself agreeing with that. It made perfect sense to me. So I told him "I am surprised that you have found any."
He chuckled "You mean Christians or mead?"
I thought about that. He had a point. "I would go with Christians."
He grinned, and slowed down to weave in between a couple of old cars that had narrowed the lane to one, then said "Nah. I've had it worse. Try running Catholics. Nothing but backfires and guilt. You want high octane...you got to go with the Amish. Too bad they lasted as long as the squirrels did."