IT'S a fair bet that the Tesla superchargers near the Bathurst Visitor Information Centre are going to get a workout this weekend.
The Tesla Owners Club of Australia is holding its national rally in Bathurst from Friday night to Sunday morning, which will feature the club's annual general meeting and a lap around Mount Panorama on Saturday afternoon.
Parade can't be certain, but he would wager it will be the largest number of electric vehicles that have ever been in the city at the same time.
Parade is not a car person (he owned an asthmatic little hatchback for more than 15 years that was held together by Clag glue and rubberbands), but he does find the idea of electric cars quite intriguing and a little appealing.
Perhaps it's the thought that you wouldn't be subject to the wild fluctuations in petrol prices, which often seem to be based on the cycles of the moon or the tides in the Top End or the weekend scores in the English Premier League or something equally improbable.
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Completely lost in translation
PARADE had a lot of trouble finding a media conference location this week, so directions have been much on his mind since.
Parade won't bother readers with why he had so much difficulty finding the media conference here in Bathurst (it was a bad sign that no-one else seemed to be too troubled), but he will relate a quick story from a number of years ago at Cootamundra.
Having emerged from the main display area of the Bradman's Birthplace Museum, and in the mood for another cricket-related attraction, Parade asked one of the kindly museum volunteers for directions to the Captains' Walk in one of the local parks.
"Now that I can help you with," the volunteer said, following Parade outside.
And the directions he gave were, no doubt about it, fabulously detailed. The volunteer didn't just explain to Parade where to go, but embroidered the directions with little tidbits about the history of Cootamundra and its people, explaining that Parade needed to turn left at the site of the old service station, for example, or go straight past the house with the brick fence that used to be owned by the fellow who ran the butchery down the Junee end of town.
Parade left with his head spinning, climbed into his car in a daze - and was completely lost approximately two blocks later.