In the spring of 2013, I made a big promise to myself. I would own an electric vehicle (EV) by the time I turned 50. Since I was the New Year’s baby in Wiliams Lake in 1964, that left me approximately 8 months to accomplish the feat. Easy peasy, right?
Turns out I was being overly optimistic.
What was the hitch, you ask? Can’t you just pop down to a dealer, pick your favourite colour, sign the credit card slip, and drive away (silently)?
The world conspires against EV owners, I’ve learned -- at least this part of the world (I live in Kamloops, BC).