A moment to reflect on perhaps the loneliest drivers on the road today – the BYD Shark owners.
Like a red-headed stepchild, the Shark owners are perpetually trying to find where they belong. Facing brutal rejection at every turn.
Shunned by the EV community for being a hybrid despite their attempts to fit in with shark related number plate puns.
Not accepted by regular motorists as their obnoxious size is often taking up more valuable real estate than a Dome cafe.
Certainly not accepted by the ICE dual cab community because even dipping your toes into the EV waters baptises you an inner city woke leftie (some baffling contradictions on this point within the Caps lock comment community if you support Elon’s Tesla mind you).
To make matters worse, they don’t even fit in off the road. No one is recognising your status as a useful car owner.
Look at that thing, all refined and technological like a fancy Asian toilet. That’s not the kind of thing you’d imagine the owner would let you chuck a big dirty load of tip fodder into or help remove a stubborn stump on a Mandurah lot in exchange for a carton.
With no community, no purpose and no direction, the Sharks are forced to cruise the desolate ocean of hybrid ute ownership in search of other sharks who might understand their plight.
Documenting the Human Zoo is thirsty work, so if you enjoyed what you read how about buying Belle a beer, ay?