Electric Porsche!

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If you mean girls, they see the car and their jaw drops, then they see me and they turn and walk away.

Me driving a "chick magnet" is like trying to light a charcoal grill by dumping a bucket of water on it and then throwing lighted matches on it. No matter how hard you try, water does not burn.

Having tried out "the duck" as a name for the car for a few days or a week, I've decided I don't care for it. The name, that is.

 

No, I really am feeling that "the duck" is not the right name for this car.

I used to think that my problem was that I was ugly. I know now that's got nothing to do with it. I am neither handsome nor ugly. And as you say, lots of ugly guys have girlfriends.

Kids shout "cool car!" when I drive by in the Xebra. In three weeks of driving the Porsche daily, I've had three overt reactions to it: One young man said "Nice Porsche!" as I pulled away after having come to a stop to avoid running down his girlfriend, who could not hear the car coming, and two people, both male, gave a thumbs-up sign while passing from behind on the freeway, presumably because of the "ELECTRIC" and "All Electric All the Time" signs on the back. Not a single female has made eyes at my car that I've noticed. In church one man things the car is beautiful, and another thinks electric is a good idea for the environment. The women are all indifferent. (And there are no available women anyway, but if women were going to get all goggle-eyed over my car, you'd think at least one would ask to take a closer look. We're all friends there, and if they had any interest in the car they'd express it.)

Parked in parking lots, the Xebra attracts a crowd. Nobody notices the Porsche. Which is okay because I never thought this car was going to get me a girlfriend.

You'd be surprised. Outright lying about my world view or religion is out of the question, but on the rare occasions when I'm introduced to a woman, I listen more than I talk, and my friends tell me I am not boring.

Without an introduction and some sort of common ground to break the ice, I become mute with fear and cannot even speak to a strange woman. The only way I'm ever likely to get sex is to pay for it, and I'm even too shy to approach a woman who is actively soliciting clients.

 

For what they promised me, "Lightning" would have been a suitable name. But this car is VERY under-powered. Compared to the Snail (my Xebra), the Porsche is a regular tortoise...

 

I don't have a TV.

You know that scene in The Matrix where Smith makes the guy's mouth disappear? That's me when I see a pretty woman.

Yeah, thanks. He seems to think that without adding batteries, I could gain 30% power by putting in a 1K controller. Now, if that controller were water cooled and didn't get hot, my car would accelerate about like the Prius.

More batteries is problematic. For one thing, it would be a LOT of work, and for another, I don't like the idea of spending another $20,000. And contract or no contract, Paul ain't gonna give me $20,000 worth of batteries for free. The guy does beautiful work on older Porsches using lead, but he just didn't know what he was getting into with a recent model car and LiFePO4.