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Slate Articles ([info]slate) wrote,
@ 2015-09-10 19:07:00

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Shock Therapy

As I steered a BMW i3 loaner into a Northwest Washington, D.C., parking garage, I glanced at the time: 30 minutes before drinks. The electric car’s battery was almost dead, but I could fix that—this garage had a high-power charging station. It could add about 60 miles of juice in that half-hour. I pushed a button to unlatch the car’s charging port, jumped out, and gathered the hefty electrical cable. Then I reached for my credit card and looked for a swiper affixed to the charging box. Instead, I found a small decal explaining that I needed a membership to charge at an eVgo station. Translation: No matter how much I was willing to pay to charge at that moment—and I was willing to pay quite a bit—I couldn’t. And I found myself thinking that this eVgo charger was an apt metaphor for the Obama administration’s policy on electric vehicles.



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