My electric car will be the death of me

Ask my friends and family and they’ll tell you: I am an electric car bore. I’m not a gushing enthusiast. I’m more the negative kind of EV dullard. I can’t stop telling people about the horror of driving these wretched things.

I’m really not like this about other subjects, or indeed about life. I’m generally pretty positive and optimistic. But I have an EV. I rely on it to get me from A to B, at all hours, in all weather conditions, and perhaps, heaven forbid, even at short notice. You might not be surprised to hear that my electric car is sorely deficient in doing all these things.

Let’s start at the dreaded beginning. I came upon my EV through the company car scheme at work. This was a few years ago and I had learned about the Benefit in Kind EV wheeze, which meant I could pay several thousand pounds less in tax each year for the pleasure of driving for work.