Recently, the ex-CEO
of Volvo, Stefan Jacoby, announced that electric cars had no future down to the
overall “fear” of the car buying public.
Citing our needs to
want a reliable, rechargeable car, he stated that our behaviour with mobile
phones was a clear indication of this apparent fear.
Granted, we want to
know our car will get from A to B, even if there is a bit more traffic than
expected, but do we ‘fear’ not making it? No, in the same way we don’t ‘fear’
running out of petrol. We will be peeved. We will find it hugely inconvenient
and we MIGHT even use a few more offensive swear words. In the same way we did
all these things when Nokia’s charge pin shrunk and Apple’s Lightning charger
cable replaced a perfectly usable one.
(Oh, hell was I peeved!)
But, like normal human
beings, when we spot that we are running low, we will go to a station and fill
up, or recharge in this case.
I’m not saying this is
easy. In fact, I’ve just spent the last week, running around on the electric
experience “from hell”…if I really wanted to sensationalise things. Was it really hell though? No. Sanity check: Palestine/Terminal Illness/Three-day hangover. No, it was definitely not hell.
A few things didn’t go
my way. Living in an apartment with no exterior power point was my first
mistake, but half of the reason for loaning the car, was actually to test this
theory.
The electric car
itself, a
Smart Fortwo Electric Drive Coupé, was loads of fun to drive. Hot off
the lights, it whizzed around all my little localities, to-ing and fro-ing to
friends’ houses, and less enjoyably to charging points. It was cool though.
My experience was
hindered by a couple of things, namely my lack of due diligence and Mercedes’
failure to equip me with a charge card. This latter issue, however, was quickly
resolved by the lovely people at
Pod Point (Thanks, Hannah!).
Cruising around the streets
of Soho looking for a point could have been avoided, if I’d pre-scoped the
area. But I chose to wing it. Two visits to Peckham and an unsuccessful visit
to E14 later, I simply giggled when I saw that the forecourt of Ancaster Nissan
was closed on Sunday (bollards up), with a LEAF parked directly in my way anyhoo.
This experience wasn’t
an infrastructure problem. Nor was it an electric car problem. It was just pure
bad luck. Was I fearful?! NO! I did not fear that the big bad hairy battery
juice guzzler was going to come and steal the remaining supply of my charge.
I did what any normal
human being would do and returned the six-miles to the point I knew DID work
and I left it there overnight.
In fact, it gave me
the opportunity to do a bit of training that I’d missed out on all week. That said, I appreciate 3.8 miles back
home isn’t ideal, so I’m pleased to hear the government has announced measures
to dole out £13.5m to customers buying electric, on top of their £5,000 tax
relief, to help with the cost of fitting a charging station to their home, or
in their street.
If having an electric
car does nothing else, it certainly widens your social circle. And if you hear
manufacturers talking “range anxiety”, don’t believe the hype.