Fully charged on a brisk March morning, the all-electric Mitsubishi i’s range meter estimated that the battery pack had enough energy to travel 56 miles. That’s plenty, I thought, for the several-stop route I planned to a neighboring town and back. But as I pulled out into traffic, I flicked on the heat and watched the range meter recalibrate, dropping the estimated range down to 37. I did a quick mental calibration: A few miles to the first stop, 12 miles on the highway, 12 to return, another five to the next location, and so on. I then had a choice to make: Either shiver in the car or risk getting stranded. I chose the former.
Fifty six miles? Dude, I get that on one gallon of gas in my motorcycle, so on a summer day we're even. But no heat?
No heat? Seriously? Really?
FAIL. FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL FAIL. Just who the fuck do you think is going to drive this car, anyways? People along the equator? There is no way in hell that this vehicle would last above the Mason-Dixon line. It wouldn't last one day in Wisconsin after say... September.