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I had no intention of doing this, but fate had other plans for me and I let nature take it's course. Driving on the sandy beach next to the lake was 'fun', and it was beautiful... but something deep in my gut kept grumbling... 'release the beast'. Instinctively, although never having done this, my hand reached for the button to deactivate the traction control, and it was as if the 2,000 lbs battery somehow sent electricity through the steering wheel, passing through my hands and into the base of my spine.
What followed was a blur, some of which I fortunately captured to share with those who need a nudge to seek out this nirvana. As adrenaline surged through my body and I maxed out the ventilated seats to try and cool the sweat on my lower back, an observer waved me down from his minivan. His face was in shock, and his wife held at least 1 (maybe more) fussing children in the front seat of the van with a massive smile on her face. He muttered confidently "That... was... AWESOME. It looked like you were in a commercial out there- the ones where it warns 'DO NOT ATTEMPT: professional drivers on a closed course.'" His was standing next to him, holding sand in each hand as he spun in a circle and let the sand fly, whispering "awesome!"
I couldn't get the smile off my face as we drove back towards one of the only chargers in the area (free to boot), as I had long since left the remaining mileage I needed to get home back in the clouds of sand. Had I experienced trouble at the charger or struggled to make it home, I daresay I would not have regretted the adventure. To clarify: driving like that in the sand DEVOURED power. Felt like I dropped 50 miles in 20 minutes. Worth every kW.
What followed was a blur, some of which I fortunately captured to share with those who need a nudge to seek out this nirvana. As adrenaline surged through my body and I maxed out the ventilated seats to try and cool the sweat on my lower back, an observer waved me down from his minivan. His face was in shock, and his wife held at least 1 (maybe more) fussing children in the front seat of the van with a massive smile on her face. He muttered confidently "That... was... AWESOME. It looked like you were in a commercial out there- the ones where it warns 'DO NOT ATTEMPT: professional drivers on a closed course.'" His was standing next to him, holding sand in each hand as he spun in a circle and let the sand fly, whispering "awesome!"
I couldn't get the smile off my face as we drove back towards one of the only chargers in the area (free to boot), as I had long since left the remaining mileage I needed to get home back in the clouds of sand. Had I experienced trouble at the charger or struggled to make it home, I daresay I would not have regretted the adventure. To clarify: driving like that in the sand DEVOURED power. Felt like I dropped 50 miles in 20 minutes. Worth every kW.
