I’ve been spending nights watching reruns of “Living With Ed” on cable TV looking for conservation tips. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a very funny show about actor Ed Begley Jr.’s environmentally manic life at his Studio City home, where every day is Earth Day. I’ve redoubled my recycling efforts so that I’m spending more time separating my trash than watching my 401(k) stagnate. I’m even thinking about solar panels for the roof. But, I don’t know, ever since Porsche drove back into my life, I can feel myself weakening, going back to the old me. Don’t get me wrong. Prius is great, but every time I drive her, I feel like an old guy on his way to somebody’s retirement party. When I drive Porsche, I feel like a young guy on his way to the frat house to tap a keg. My wife wants me to get rid of her, but I’m holding out. We’ve been together too long. The car and me, not the wife. Yeah, I know she’s a gas-guzzling, polluting, temperamental tease, but I still have a thing for her. She makes me laugh and feel young. But in honor of Earth Day, I’m keeping her in the garage today, and taking Prius for a spin up the coast. Maybe we’ll run into a nice retirement party to stop in on along the way. Dennis McCarthy’s column appears Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday. [email protected] (818) 713-3749 160Want local news?Sign up for the Localist and stay informed Something went wrong. Please try again.subscribeCongratulations! You’re all set! Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she had to drive back into mine. An old flame, she left me a year ago to have some body work done that took a little longer than expected. OK, a lot longer. “Your Porsche’s finally ready,” my mechanic said, calling me at work Tuesday. “Come get her – and bring your checkbook.” She never was a cheap date, my 1969 Porsche. Very high-strung and temperamental. Only wants the best. But, hey, with a body and lines like that, a guy doesn’t complain. She’s pushing 40 and still looks great. But here’s the rub: In the year she’s been gone, I’ve taken up with a younger, more environmentally sensitive model – a 2006 Prius. She’s an Earth Day dream. Low pollution, Diamond Lane-ready, and I can get her in and out of the gas station in under five minutes for a full tank that costs right around the price of a good bottle of wine. Try that in your Hummer, Gov. Gas Guzzler. I don’t know, maybe it’s age or Al Gore, but I’m a changed man since Porsche left last year and I took up with Prius.