As my Readers all know, I’m not a fan of electric cars, especially the mini-ecowagons like the Prius.
But what if your neck-snapping torque monster electric engine resides not in an ugly box or the industrial Tesla design, but in something more to an old car lover’s heart?
Ex-Bandmate Knob supplies the answer, sending me this review. Go ahead, make your day for a little over a quarter of an hour. Just ignore the silly pajama pants.
All I can say is that it has me thinking…