By SimonI have a confession to make—I’m thinking of getting an electric car. Namely a Fiat 500e.
Yes, I know. Just considering an electric car makes me a traitor to the internal combustion engine faith. I don’t need your disapproving glares. I feel the guilt without them. Hey, at least I’m not thinking of going getting a hybrid.So why? Let me explain. I live in the Bay Area where traffic is crappy pretty 24-7. Most of my journeys are under 40miles. An electric car means I can use the diamond lane at any time. Julie has a crappy commute and she can shave quite a bit of time off getting to and from work and there’s a free charging station at her building. From a practical standpoint, an electric car makes a lot of sense from what I need out of a day to day mode of transport.
Isn't logic a beautiful thing?But I am not a logical person. I am a human being, goddamn it. I don’t want a mode of transport. I want to be entertained when I get behind the wheel of a car and a fancy Fiat golf cart isn't going to cut it. I need a car that looks good, sounds good and knows how to misbehave. I need a gas-powered car. I am just flawed that way. Sorry environment.
So what am I to do?
Have both. No one says I have to pick a side. Look, I can have the greatest car in the world but in commute traffic, it’s no fun at all. I might as well be driving anything—even an electric car. But an electric car is going to let me down when it comes to going long distances, for that I need a fun car (with a real engine). So we’ll have two kinds of car. One for when I need to get somewhere and one for when I just have to go somewhere. J
Hey, at least I’ll be holding true to my code that I’ll never own a four-door car. J