Revolting against the modern automobile

I find myself saying things I never dreamed I would say when I was a kid. Things like, “I really like my brother-in-law’s husband” or “Which do you recommend, the farm-to-table artesian gluten-free soy-infused stuffed grape leaves or the hand-rubbed fig-glazed pulled free-range pork with Himalayan salt crown?”  Just the other night, for the very first time ever, The Wife asked, “Did you plug in the car?”
The electric car thing is new for us. Two wee