|It really is this easy.|
Also: great scarf, cardigan, wrist thingy combo.
The drive is lovely. It is silent, almost, but for the science fiction whine of induction coils spinning something in them and the slight whistle of extra power being given when accelerating or the noise of it all working in reverse as I slow down for the lights, for roundabouts or just for turns. It is, to all intents and purposes, a lovely piece of kit. Since buying it the nearest rapid charger has been out of action, but there's another nearby and that has been working just fine. We've driven 158 miles since Thursday (this is waaaaaay more than usual) and it's been mostly plain sailing.
|Apparently reactions in the States are more positive.|
Also, loving that blouse.
Several people have said they hope I run out of range somewhere, others have said that I shall change back soon, and still more have suggested they would vandalise cars being charged on the pavement as they represent a hazard to other motorists. Staff have said that electric cars are more likely to cause collisions with pedestrians, more likely to cause accidents and are more likely to kill because they're silent. To say I am shocked is an understatement. I was prepared for some gentle ribbing and misunderstanding and confusion but not quite this level of... whatever it is.
A busy weekend has made me lazier.
I was out on Friday night at a quiz night that I'd been strong-armed into attending. I was in a team with no one else I knew. Spurned by people I did know (maximum of eight to a team) by dint of turning up at the same time as someone else. I... did not have fun. It was like being at a parents' evening but with two parents for two hours. I got home late. I also travelled over two days' worth of normal mileage in the process - a fact that would have been bad enough with my old car but, coupled with the lack of charging that morning (and the telling off), just made me paranoid. I charged on Saturday, but was up later than expected. A trip out to shop, then to a local sight of interest (where I learned my right foot is buggered by fungus, I scratched it and it bled profusely) and two aborted charges were fraying my nerves.
Yes, I suck at work. I still haven't done any of the things I should do. Bastard flappy butterflies. It shall be a busy return tomorrow. But an early night can't hurt, right?