IIt wasn’t just that I was crawling on the M4 at 50 mph and was followed by trucks flashing their headlights after being naive enough to believe the range of my borrowed Nissan Leaf electric car.
Nor was it being forced off the freeway when the tailgate popped up from the hood, obstructing my view.
It hadn’t woken up either and found that the cable I had run out the window hadn’t loaded a single electron into the car’s dead battery overnight.
Even more problematic than anything else was the sporadic scattering of charging points – often with incompatible or broken devices – which made a trip through the southwest a nerve-wracking experience.
When my last experience in an electric car was in