Zach Whitsel ·
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So, on the rare occasions when Alli and I travel without kids I like to rent a fun car. It’s not an identity crisis I’m just a gear head; I’ve loved cars since I was old enough to push a Hotwheel. However, I’ve never been in an electric car! I’m politically a conservative, and I know my people hate these things but, like I said, I love cars.
From the moment I pressed the pedal to the floor on interstate 15 after leaving LAS I was sold. This thing will keep up with ANYthing on the road. It’s like non-stop, shift free, instant acceleration! I can’t even explain how it feels. I know the government has subsidized these things, I know they depreciate faster than used boxer shorts, and I know when they catch fire that you basically have to burry them in sand to put it out. I can’t even imagine the EMF field that exists inside these things. You’ll probably grow a third ear if you drive one long enough. But, man, they are fun! I hate the quiet, I’m VERY used to fast equaling loud, so I did experience some sensory dysphoria with that. As a guy who appreciates engines and performance parts and bolts and oil, this life size RC car irritates me that it can outperform all I know and love.
But then I had to charge it.
Y’all. I wanted to drive this thing over to Lake Mead and just shove it in after that experience but I love the fish too much to do something like that. After spending 15 minutes downloading an app to even be able to work the charger, I plugged it in for TWO hours before realizing that there were different chargers that could charge faster. I relocated to a “fast” charger (and I use that word so loosely that I can’t even say it without rolling my eyes) where I spent another half hour getting my battery to about 65% before the machine glitched up, shut down, and locked me out. I’m so excited to give this car back. Like, so excited.