Can Fulmine Strike Twice? When it came time for my wife to get a new car, there were two things that were a must — it had to be compact, and it had to be electric. She doesn’t like driving big cars and doesn’t like using gas. That said, she had her pick of any electric car on the market.
My wife is about as Type-A as you can imagine. She’s sensible, practical, measured, understated. As far as I was concerned, the choice was obvious: a Tesla Model 3 or Model Y.
They have extraordinary safety, functionality, technology, performance, efficiency, charging infrastructure, etc. To top it off, they a relatively compact. The list of superlatives that Tesla vehicles enjoy is really quite astonishing.
Clear choice, right? Do you know what car she went with? A powder blue 2017 Fiat 500e. Do you know why? Because it was cute. .
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It was cute . All the other attributes I listed above, all the other superlatives, all the other metrics that one might use to measure what makes a great car, were trumped by one metric — cuteness. For my wife, one of the most pragmatic people I’ve ever met, cuteness won the day.
Go figure. She didn’t need utility, break-neck performance, or road-trip-ability. That’s what my Tesla is for.
She wanted to be able to get where she needed to go around town, and to look really really cute while doing so. And you know what? Mission accomplished. That 500e is cute .
In the uppity Sarasota suburb of mine, where Teslas are ubiquitous (you .
