Category Archives: Ev Awesomeness

I don’t want an EV so I can be meek and boring with my transportation. If I wanted that, I’d take the bus.

First, the cart, to get them thinking about horses.

I work at an engineering company, where there are quite a few self-professed “gearheads”. We recruit heavily from the UW’s Formula One team, and many of our younger guys show up in modified cars, mostly Audi and VW.

One client and one consultant visited in their Leafs. Another contractor in his Fusion Energi. But they never plugged in.

Only two of us drove hybrids; a Prius, and my 2000 Honda Insight.

When a new guy started who had moved up from California, he drove his Fiat 500e in twice, but then we never saw it again.   He mentioned he would start driving it to work if I got chargers installed.

Since I brought the Focus Electric in yesterday, a bunch of guys have come up to me asking about it and expressing interest in getting electric cars. One told me that he’d been at the dealer driving an identical Focus Electric, just the day before I bought mine.

Another guy who has driven his 1976 Civic since it was new came and asked what I thought about the prospects for battery longevity.  Yeah, he’s pretty hardcore about longevity, so we talked about the Focus Electric’s battery management system and the less sophisticated air-cooling on the Nissan Leaf.

I think that once the first EVSE goes up on the outside of the building, that it will have an effect on the imaginations of the petrol-burning set here.

It may as well have said ‘Make out with Cindy Crawford for Twenty Minutes”

Tonight I was at a fundraiser for Special Olympics, sponsored by a family friend’s law firm and accompanied by my lovely wife.   If it sounds wealthy suburban, it’s because it is.  We drove across the toll bridge in my old Honda hybrid.   She rolled her eyes when I gave her the latest news of my negotiations with the Ford dealer for an FFE.   Evidently I’ve been quite the chatty Cathy about EVs for a few weeks.   Not everyone shares my enthusiasm for the coming EV revolution.

We had wine, and chicken skewers, and made some small donations.    Chatted with the firm’s various small-business clients, met some of the athletes and coaches from Special Olympics.   Compared notes about the scar on my wrist with a 13-year-old Special Olympian who had busted up his arm falling off a motorcycle.  “Chicks dig scars”, I advised him.   His dad coaches their soccer team and it was mentioned that the jerseys are getting pretty ratty.

There was a silent auction as well.

The usual auction stuff;  gift certificates for some fancy dinners, sets of tickets to baseball games, a couple of timeshare trips down in the Caribbean.    A stylish desk set and coffee basket, a collection of Mariners bobbleheads.

And right there in the middle, a single sheet of heavy paper with a glossy picture printed on it of a sleek white car.

A daggerlike letter T.

The words “48 Hour Ultimate Experience” and “Weekend With the Model S”

SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY.

The kids are going to have sweet soccer jerseys this year.   I’m taking Dad for a roadtrip.