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It sits there constantly in front of me, challenging me, encouraging me, goading me. I start my drive in perfect balance and harmony with the world. I am at the fulcrum of the universe: 50%. The goal is to move into the higher percentile, not the lower. Ending a drive at less than 50% is an implied admission of failure.
So off I go. I rejoice to see the gauge moving to the right. The tattletale readout shows my ever-climbing success. I reach the 60s fairly easily. Notching the 70s brings delight. I am very self-satisfied when I top the 80s. Move into the 90s? I am at one with the world and at peace with mankind!
But what's that I see up ahead? A green light changing to amber. I know I must come to a stop, so I back off on the pedal as distance and traffic allow. But alas, I must finally put my foot on the brake pedal to come to a full halt. And I watch with sunken heart as my ECO display drops precipitously. By the time the light changes back to green, I may have lost upwards of 20% of my well-considered, earth-saving gains. When I finally resume my journey, it often seems that I arrive at my destination still above the targeted 50% (but not always); the limited range and capacity of my little transportation pod, plus the vagaries of suburban commuting make regaining that hallowed 90+ mark highly improbable.
I think Sisyphus drove an EV.
So off I go. I rejoice to see the gauge moving to the right. The tattletale readout shows my ever-climbing success. I reach the 60s fairly easily. Notching the 70s brings delight. I am very self-satisfied when I top the 80s. Move into the 90s? I am at one with the world and at peace with mankind!
But what's that I see up ahead? A green light changing to amber. I know I must come to a stop, so I back off on the pedal as distance and traffic allow. But alas, I must finally put my foot on the brake pedal to come to a full halt. And I watch with sunken heart as my ECO display drops precipitously. By the time the light changes back to green, I may have lost upwards of 20% of my well-considered, earth-saving gains. When I finally resume my journey, it often seems that I arrive at my destination still above the targeted 50% (but not always); the limited range and capacity of my little transportation pod, plus the vagaries of suburban commuting make regaining that hallowed 90+ mark highly improbable.
I think Sisyphus drove an EV.