Deep within the bowels of a certain government building in a certain midwestern city is a parking lot usually reserved for the upper-level bureaucrats. I am not an upper-level bureaucrat, but I do happen to have one as a boss. He is on leave today and he left me in charge of his minions . . . the fool!
Along with the illusion of power, he has left me in charge of his empty parking place. A parking place, I might mention, comes with a wall at the far end thereof. And not just any wall — this wall has two (2) electrical outlets on it.
I have written before about my travails related to charging at work. The efforts to address my request continue, I am told, but are apparently being discussed in a city far to the east of here. I’d be happy to pay for the electricity I use and have offered to do so, but they tell me there is no system to handle this type of transaction. To give you an idea of the amount of money we’re talking about here, at Kansas City’s current rate per kilowatt hour, it costs me about .25 in electricity for my round trip commute.
“The purpose of welfare is to assist individuals in need.” Okay, so I don’t “need” the electricity as I am easily able to make the complete round trip of my daily commute on a single charge of my bike’s lithium iron phosphate batteries. In fact, when I arrive home I have anywhere from 45% to 20% charge remaining. Those 45% days are usually the result of a conscious decision to hyper-mile and, perhaps, a friendly wind at my back. The 20% days are usually the result of whacking the throttle wide open to feel the instant torque of the electric motor.
Back to the present . . .
I decided to make an executive decision — because I was indeed, an official executive today — and I parked in the boss’s spot. I also went that extra step and decided that, while I was there, I might as well take advantage of
the governmental subsidy of free juice. I plugged in to the first outlet, feeling triumphant. “I hereby suckle from the electric teat!” I loudly (actually, quite quietly) proclaimed.
“Connect to AC Power” read the status line on the Brammo Enertia dashboard. Curses! The outlet is dead. No juice for me. What a perfect analogy for the frustrations presented to us by our power structure. On a whim, I unplugged from outlet 1 and plugged into outlet 2, about two feet away.
“Charging Enabled.” BOO YAH! Let the teat sucking commence.