I knew it would happen – just a matter of time before I pulled into my garage and somehow forget to take the 7 seconds needed to plug #217 in. Then wake up to the nauseating reality that I don’t have enough juice to drive to work.
Today is that day.
In a weird way, I’m glad it’s happened, because now I’ll be certain to never do it again. Since for most people, “I ran out of gas” is a one-time learning event (outside of dating scenarios), I imagine this will be the same.
But it does point out a fundamental difference between the electric- & gas-powered models: running out of gas probably means a 20-min delay in your plans (unless you’re out of normal service areas), whereas running out of electrons means – in my case – a 2-hour delay. Though obviously the benefits of driving an electric-powered vehicle outweigh this relatively small, wholly-avoidable, inconvenience.
One unexpected realization was how this little hiccup has proven how much I’ve come to enjoy driving #217. I was well and truly pissed-off on my entire commute this morning – ticked that I had to drive my very comfortable, very powerful luxury-sedan (an Infiniti G35) instead of my stripped-down MINI Cooper with the slightly uncomfortable seat, no sun roof and the lack of basic amenities like cruise control. I didn’t realize how much I’ve come to appreciate the little joys of driving an electric car, like feathering the accelerator, the zip of the electric-torque, enjoying the regen-braking on the downhills, etc.
Whether it’s a Chevy Volt or a Tesla Sedan, I’m definitely going to be in the market for another electric car after this test is over.