Hey there, you sexy thing!
If you read my newsletters regularly, you know that I've been down to Hull for a signing a few weeks ago. I had a blast. Honestly, meeting everyone was brilliant.
What you don't know is that I've got an electric car, as does my husband - we're trying to help the environment, you see. My car, Lester (Nissan Leaf), is a city car and has a range of about 150 miles. My husband's car is more long-range, with 280 miles on a full charge. Why do you need to know this? Well, I was meant to drive down to Hull in Mr. Preston's car, easy-peasy. Two and a half hour drive, and I'm there. Except, Mr. Preston did a thing and kinda scraped his car so badly it needed to go to the garage for a week, so I ended up having to take Lester.... (anyone else names their cars, by the way?)
Lester is a good car, takes me from A to B no probs... in the city. Except, 70 miles into the 145-mile journey, Lester decided it only had 15 miles left in him.
You heard me! Suddenly 150-mile range became 85. WTF?
So I stopped and charged Lester for an hour, then went on my merry way and got to Hull, with 20 miles to spare.
It was clear to me I'd been lied to.
My car was a devious devil who shall no longer go by Lester but henceforth be known as Lucifer.
I plugged the car in at the hotel, went on to dinner with my besties Emmaleigh Loader and Maddison Cole, then drinks with the rest of the attending authors, where I got hit on by a young Lithuanian bartender in a leather strap apron. Momma still got it!
The leather strap apron was giving Maddison butcher vibes, and her creative juices were flowing. I'm sure there will be a psycho butcher in said apron in one of her books soon.
Anywho, Lucifer fully charged I went to bed. The next day at the signing went without a hitch. And knowing what I have known already about my lying little Lucifer, I planned a stop halfway home for a charging session. I got there with 20 miles in the tank, proud of myself for my meticulous planning. I plug in Lucifer and head on to get a sandwich - I've got an hour to kill, after all.
When I get back to the car it's about 60% charged so for 20 minutes I amuse myself by sending voice notes to my friends, then when it's around 95% I look up and see the sign above the charger. 'Medium Power' it says.
Weird. Why would they say 'medium power' when it's the only charger here? Imagine my surprise when I look around, and not even 50 feet away is a full bank of high speed charges - meaning I could have had Lucifer charged and ready to go in 20 minutes instead of an hour. Nevermind. I was there and almost done so waited patiently (while lamenting through voice notes to my friends about what an idiot I am) until it was fully charged.
Finally, I set off once again and trying to get back some of the time I wasted, I decided to drive a little fast. Lucifer did not like that.
Apparently, Lucifer hates speed because 20 miles away from home, I had 5 miles left in the chamber, a warning that the battery was overheating, and another 30 minutes of charge ahead of me.
Needless to say, Lucifer ain't coming with me on any more road trips.
Cool things you should know:
1. Only 71 sleeps till Christmas left!
2. Small Fry turns 4 tomorrow
3. I still haven't seen Hocus Pocus 2, but I'm rewatching Veronica Mars instead (I love that show so hard)
4. Frost My Cookie is coming out in 3 weeks! Pre-order your copy here.
5. Haven't read Nothing Left to Lose? What are you waiting for? Reviews are in, and everyone loves Sasha and Connor! Read it here.
Until next time my love, may your car never fail you!