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The Coda Electric Car at the Detroit International Auto Show (Video) 284

Posted by Roblimo
from the maybe-enough-battery-life-to-get-you-to-work-and-back dept.
Last week Timothy Lord looked at the Tesla Model S. He also took a quick look at the CODA electric car. Like Tesla, CODA is based in California. Like Tesla, CODA is building purely electric, "plug-in" cars. But unlike Tesla, CODA is making a bland but practical sedan that can go up to 150 miles on a charge and costs about $37,000. That's not exactly a Kia-competitive price, even though Tim says it looks kind of like a Kia. But it's 100% electric and costs less than a Tesla -- really, hardly more than a Nissan Leaf. And it has a fully-usable back seat and a decent-sized trunk. And unlike the Nissan Leaf, it's made right here in the good old USA.

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The Coda Electric Car at the Detroit International Auto Show (Video)

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  • by PopeRatzo (965947) * on Monday January 23, 2012 @11:07AM (#38791533) Homepage Journal

    Personally I don't place a high value on a parking place being close to the store. I like to take any opportunity to walk since I spend too much time at work behind a desk.

    I think it's fair to say that you are an extraordinary person (especially if you are an American). Bill. If you take a look at what waddling in and out of the doors of Wal-Mart, you will find people who have taken any opportunity to sit on a sofa with a giant bag of chips and a Super-Mega-Gulp of high-fructose corn syrup.

    There's a kind of fat going around now that's "not natural" as my grandfather used to say. You don't get that fat just from packing away an extra pork chop or helping of mashed potatoes with dinner. This is genetically-modified fat, science-experiment-gone-wrong fat, industrial-accident fat, out-of-control-tumorous fat. I went to the humongous hardware store a couple of Saturdays ago, and my daughter wanted to stop at Wal-Mart to buy some girl thing. I thought I had crossed some threshold in the metaverse or something. Everybody looked like they were wearing the fat suit that the comedian wears in the movie ("Fat Bastard weighs a metric ton..."). Then I got it in my head that these gargantuan people were looking at my daughter and me like we were some interlopers into their fat world and we didn't belong there and like Children of the Corn Syrup they were going trap me and my daughter in the sporting goods section and sacrifice us to their god of fat. I swear I hurried outside and stood with the few people who were not hugely fat, the smokers, just so I could feel normal again.

    My daughter wanted to stop for lunch, but I couldn't possibly eat. This is a true story. There's something serious going on around here. Some 1950's sci-fi horror story of fat. It scares me.

    Yes, I'd rather walk from the back of the parking lot, too. Plus, my hooptie is less likely to get scratched that way.

What is wanted is not the will to believe, but the will to find out, which is the exact opposite. -- Bertrand Russell, "Skeptical Essays", 1928

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