At the gas station I stood next to ... a Tesla. The man who walked from the tank shop looked at the tow duck in front of the trailer with an equally resting two-wheeled classic on it. He said: “I also ride a motorbike. An electric motorcycle. An Energica Eva. From 2018. But this is an oldie, isn't it? 50 + does not seem old to me.
I reported that he had seen that well
The speaker had meanwhile raised a serious eyebrow. “But that car is badly neglected! Can something like that still appear on the road? ”Then you kindly explain to someone that appearance is not very important. That honest authenticity is unsurpassed. That your compassion can appreciate more than showroomshine. That without all the cosmetic procedures Patricia Paaij would probably have been a very pretty older lady. The man did not know who Patricia Paaij is. He could have been too young for it. Moreover, an honest old free-range duck is much less susceptible to theft than a duck that appears to have just hatched. Because such a fresh duck? They count for 20 mille for that. "
The Tesla driver almost fell back: "So you actually drive what other people don't want ?!" And do you know how polluting old cars are ?! I asked him if his partner was a virgin at their marriage. Because otherwise we could give each other a hand. He said, "Well!" Turned around, got into his Tesla, and buzzed away.
Teslas are carelessly made status symbols
By the way, Tesla makes overpriced, unreliable, carelessly finished cars and sells them with an embarrassing lack of aftercare. It is not and will not be electric drive. Too impractical and harmful to the environment. But I think the electric Johammer motorcycle is fantastic!
I only drive classic
That is not only because a freelancer never has money for such a nonsensical fashion object as a Tesla or Engergica Eva. Just as little as I want to ride in a classic that - best with craftsmanship, respect for it - is so sprayed / painted for serious money that the instant patina drips off. With that money I could take early retirement. Then I had more time to tinker. A top restored or completely authentic classic? I can happily dream away with that. Only if it goes at the expense of driving? Then such a thing is suddenly a museum piece that you can respect or an emotionless investment object.
What gives me the edge of life as a classic driver?
You meet - unexpectedly - the most friendly, uninhibited people. People who live from their heart instead of from their investment portfolio. Sometimes you meet someone who looks at the world from a completely different perspective. Also educational. But maybe that Teslaman just had a bad day. And he just wanted to feel better than anyone else. And even so, as a classic driver you can make someone happy.