[olddog]

From the perspective of an old dog that grew up in the tail end of the muscle car era, where a factory stock car was frowned on, a modified car that was done by writing a check commanded little respect, and the guy who built his own engine was king, an electric motor sports car is about as sterile and fun as going to an artificial insemination clinic to get your wife pregnant.

At least an engine sounds good. Might as well go to an amusement park, if you want to hear electric motors hum.