Dunkirk is only a couple of dozen kilometres away, so the logistical exercise of returning the hire car should not have presented any enormous problem, but there is an international frontier between here and there, and to say the train route is circuitous would be an understatement.
Of course we could have booked a taxi, but Ria had kindly offered to pick us up in the “Teslarossa” and naturally we leapt at the opportunity even though there was a very real risk that this one journey could end up costing us far more in the long run than any taxi fare.
While electric cars are something of a novelty in other parts of the world at present, here in the EU they are already a practical alternative. Certainly this little monster is as fast as a proper red car should be, can travel half a thousand kilometres on a tankful of electricity, and, we discovered has room to carry a fifteen kilogram gas bottle stowed securely in a compartment under the floor of its enormous boot. There’s nothing not to like about it, unless of course you don’t happen to enjoy that feeling of being pressed firmly into the back of your seat as the speed of sound approaches at an impossible rate. In absolute silence.
Thankfully for those among our descendants who we have not yet sold to raise money for things we badly needed, this particular model isn’t available in right hand drive. Yet.
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