#50c buttons

[dullahandyke]

Also nausea update I think its basically gone 🥳 just say no to puking, kids, it works

[killa-trav]

Meet Lando Norris, the woke, feminist face of Formula One

The 23-year-old McLaren driver is equally happy driving at more than 200mph or talking about his feelings. Sathnam Sanghera meets the new poster boy for petrolheads

Let’s face it, in the Eighties and Nineties, when I was getting into the sport, a certain kind of man was attracted to driving Formula One cars. Habitually egotistical, frequently misogynistic, oblivious to the environmental consequences of driving a high-powered car in circles for the sake of it, this unreconstructed male would also, with some 52 drivers losing their lives over the years, have something of a death wish. No one demonstrates how much things have changed than the McLaren F1 team’s current lead driver, 23-year-old Lando Norris.

Having recently broken up with the model Luisinha Oliveira, the Brit is a red-blooded young man who tells me with a certain amount of excitement that he’s the driver with the highest rating among female F1 fans, but when asked about the absence of women F1 drivers, he doesn’t, as Jenson Button once did, say that mechanics wouldn’t be able to concentrate near the presence of “boobs”. Instead, he launches into an earnest explanation of how things can and should change. Followed by a list of the ways he and McLaren try to make up for the environmentally unfriendly nature of racing cars.

When it comes to the death wish, Norris admits that his Belgian mother “hates” watching him race because of the risks involved, but safety has improved so much that survival is only an occasional anxiety for him. And as for the hard living, there’s a plastic tub on the table between us informing me that the only thing that has passed his lips this morning is porridge.

“Everything looks easy from the outside,” he says, launching into an explanation of the self-discipline and athleticism required to pilot modern F1 cars. “People don’t realise how physical it is, the G-force side of it. You’re not far off what they do in jet fighters. You then have two-hour races, racing in, you know, Singapore, where it’s 35C, extremely humid, you’re in a cockpit where you don’t get a lot of air flow, so it gets up to 50C inside the car and you can easily lose three, four kilos in some races. It’s one of the most physical sports you can do. And then there’s the mental side of it: if you’re racing in Monaco, one mistake and you’re out pretty much straight away.”

Sitting in a private box at the London Stadium, the site of a Major League Baseball game this weekend and a collaboration event between the baseball players and McLaren today, he tells me about the endurance, cardio and heat-chamber training involved; the difficulty of strengthening neck muscles, essential to withstanding extreme G-forces. Frankly, I can’t imagine him undergoing any of it. It’s partly that he’s just so wilfully unmacho — the single gentlest sportsperson I’ve ever met. It’s also that, at 10st 7lb and 5ft 9in, and looking even younger than his 23 years, he resembles a boy-band member rather than an automotive gladiator. Which probably explains the female fan base.

Make no mistake, though, that Norris is ferocious on the track, frequently out-racing people who almost have more years of F1 experience than he has experience of existence. His once mighty team, McLaren, 60-years old this year, has not delivered the best car this season, but recent upgrades allowed him to attain fifth position, and widespread praise, at this month’s Austrian Grand Prix. And he has been recognised for consistently getting the best out of his cars from his earliest days, beginning racing at the age of just 7 and winning several junior titles before being named McLaren’s test and reserve driver at the age of 17.

He was quickly promoted, his performances eventually making his team-mate Daniel Ricciardo look average, with McLaren replacing him with fellow Australian Oscar Piastri at the end of the 2022 season. Meanwhile, two-time world champion Mika Hakkinen has claimed that Norris is “on the same level” as reigning F1 champion Max Verstappen.

As a reflection of the esteem in which he is held, Norris recently agreed a contract extension with McLaren, which, according to one motorsport magazine, makes him the fourth best-paid driver in F1. When I cite the reported annual salary of about £19.4 million, he concedes it’s “in that ballpark”. An extraordinary amount of money — if you were not already the son of one of the richest men in Britain, of course. Norris got into motor racing with the backing of his 51-year-old father, Adam, whose wealth is estimated in excess of £200 million, mainly from his involvement in the investment platform Hargreaves Lansdown. As a result, asking how money has changed his life is not a particularly fruitful line of questioning. What does he spend it on? On experiences with his friends, “creating memories”. Has he splashed out? He can’t think of anything, but then his company car is a McLaren supercar and he travels the planet in luxury for work anyway.

Nevertheless, his rise raises a perennial anxiety for the sport. Can you make it in F1 without being born into money? Norris, who attended Millfield School in Somerset but didn’t do his GCSEs due to already intense motorsport commitments, is characteristically unprickly on the theme. “It’s 100 per cent very, very clear for anyone”, he says, to see that his dad financed his entry into F1. But he insists, “You have to have talent to make it. You’ll never get to Formula One now if you’re a bad driver. I was lucky I didn’t have to find too many sponsors and my dad could support me all the way to F1, but I couldn’t deal with being a pay driver in F1. I think it’s the wrong thing to do, completely.”

By “pay driver”, Norris is referring to the rich young men who occasionally buy a seat in the sport, usually in the form of sponsorship, Russia’s Nikita Mazepin being a recent example at Haas. “There’s no other sport in the world where you can pay just to be in it. It shouldn’t happen in Formula One. But it’s also one of the most expensive sports to get into — you can’t just pick up a go-kart like you can pick up a football or a racket or baseball bat.”

I ask how he thinks his generation of drivers differs from the old guard, and he cites a bunch of factors I’ve not considered. Not least that his generation has grown up practising on the high-tech simulators now used by all F1 teams, and playing computer games for fun. Such games were one of the things that brought Norris to prominence in 2020, when his internet broadcasting of game-playing became popular with motorsport fans deprived of racing. He has since founded his own esports firm, Quadrant. But does playing car games on consoles actually help develop real-life skills? “I don’t think it hurts. But they’re not even games; they’re simulators.” They’re that good? “Yes, certain ones. You’re racing actual people around the world who are very talented, racing other F1 drivers. You’re learning all sorts of race craft, the set-up, handling, car control.”

Growing up with social media is another difference that he cites. It brings up the mental-health struggles Norris has talked about suffering since entering F1, where the pressure can be extreme. But it sounds as if it’s something he has, for now, worked out how to navigate. He has removed Twitter from his phone, but more to stop himself wasting time than because of abuse. “Every person, every sport, people love you and people hate you. Of course, I’d prefer if people loved me. But I just laugh at it more than anything [now]. It affected me a lot more back in, like, 2019, 2020, because I took it all more personally.”

Why was that? “I was just starting out and wanted everyone to like me more.”

This more relaxed attitude is also in evidence in his approach to Netflix’s blockbuster show Drive to Survive, which he has criticised in the past for faking tension with his former team-mate Carlos Sainz, but which he now accepts as entertainment. “Some things get twisted a little bit, but at the same time I realise it’s a show.”

Norris stretches in a way that indicates tiredness, and it’s entirely understandable. I’m knackered from my journey from north to east London, but he finds himself in the capital after three days of travel that have taken in Canada, Cannes and McLaren HQ’s in Surrey. F1 is an exhausting line of work. And the circus is often surreal. Through a window behind him, a McLaren car can be seen being wheeled onto the pitch for the photoshoot: a slice of F1 in West Ham’s football stadium, which has been converted to a baseball diamond for the weekend (and hosted the athletics at the 2012 Olympics). I ask if he’s a football fan. “I used to be.” I know the feeling, I say, wanting to disown Wolverhampton Wanderers when they disappoint. His team? “England.”

It takes a moment to realise this is a sardonic reference to another instance of unwanted attention, in the form of the mugging he suffered in July 2021. As widely reported, an unidentified man held Norris in a headlock while another yanked a £144,000 Richard Mille watch off his wrist. The timepiece was one of just five in existence. It happened at Wembley Stadium as he made his way to his sports car following England’s loss to Italy in the final of Euro 2020. In a remark that some might consider strange given Norris sometimes drives at walls at nearly 200mph, he says, “I didn’t realise how quickly things can go completely… scary.”

Did it change the way he feels about going out and about?

“I don’t wear watches any more.”

He means socially: today he is wearing, for sponsorship reasons, another example of the same watch. “It has changed my perspective. There are still times when I get a bit nervous about things, when I’m with my friends.”

The admission of vulnerability is yet another refreshing thing about Norris, but not altogether surprising if you’ve ever heard him talking to his team over the radio during races. He is intensely self-critical. What is he like with failure? Does he let it overwhelm him? “I would say I do, quite often, but it’s really the biggest drive.”

Lots of athletes use failure to motivate themselves, but it can become destructive.

“It’s the main thing I use. I’ve learnt to beat myself up less, but I’m definitely my biggest critic — I mean, I’m the one who knows what I can do and what I can’t do.”

When it comes to the possibilities of achievement, during a season where McLaren has disappointed, currently standing at sixth out of ten teams, below the middle-ranking Alpine, Norris is optimistic. He believes in the team’s aggressive development plan, which has seen it bring car upgrades to recent races. “I probably have the most faith I’ve had in a while.”

Nevertheless, disappointment is a running theme in our conversation. When I ask about the key to surviving success, he responds with, “I’ve not had much success.” I remind him he has had a disproportionate amount of success for his age. “True. But then again, it’s relative to what I’m actually trying to achieve. Success is winning races, winning championships, and I’ve not got anywhere close to doing that.”

When I ask if he feels like he’s following in the footsteps of Lewis Hamilton, given Hamilton also started off at McLaren, he dismisses the comparison as grandiose. “Life’s not fair in Formula One, because things can go up and down completely out of your control as a driver. So it doesn’t matter if you’re the best driver in the world, if you’re in the wrong team, you’re not going to win. You’re not even going to look good.”

Before departing, I ask Norris how he feels about certain descriptions that are frequently applied to him in press coverage.

“Handsome”? “[That comes from] the female audience,” he blushes.

A “fair loser”? “I admit when I’ve done things wrong. I’m the last guy you’ll ever see blame someone else over myself when something happens.”

“Nice”? There are some drivers who would hate the description, being keen to cultivate a fearsome air both on and off the track. “I’m happy with it. As much as I do care about what people think of me, I want to be seen in a good way rather than not. But just because I’m nice in person doesn’t mean it’s the same on the track.”

Finally, “shy”. It’s shyness that has been apparent throughout our meeting, not least when I ask him to give me a demonstration of his Flemish and he can’t bring himself to do it, even though I’d have no idea if it was good or bad. “I’m just an introvert.”

When did he realise he was an introvert?

“When I was, like, six. I’m not great with crowds and all that kind of thing.”

So how does he handle the intense attention from crowds of fans at races?

“You kind of get used to it. I’m not the biggest fan when they grab you, you know?”

How does he cope with the long days of being on camera?

“Alone time — when it’s just me playing games or going for a walk, listening to music.”

Not for the first time, I want to give Norris an avuncular hug. The feeling intensifies after I inquire what advice he would give to his teenage self. When I normally ask people this question they have to think back decades, but Norris only has to recall life before the pandemic. “Be yourself as much as possible: don’t try to pretend to be a Formula One driver.”

Was there a time when he tried to fit himself into those expectations?

“You feel like there’s a persona, of looking like a superstar, and that just doesn’t need to happen. I can have my laughs and my giggles and, you know, sometimes I just drive a car. Simple as that.”

BY SATHNAM SANGHERA FOR THE TIMES

[flannelshirtandjeans]

Doll house & Doll things!

Abbey's room now has a working light fixture!

Abbey and her new teddy bear sleeping. The sleep mask is extremely temporary xD

Made a blouse for Spectra

A little shadow beasty in Abbey's room

Button bread

Flea market 50c cabinet, which i painted to suit the aesthetics of the house, decked witj button plates and bowls

Bathroom feat. A painted Draculaura's tub, a temporary sink, and a functional shower curtain

Abbey now has arms! They're not Abbey arms but I have no idea whose they actually are.

[benjinoff13]

“masc summer outfit ideas” and it’s bermuda length boxers/shorts and a big tee with a button up, it’s gonna be 50c/120f again, this isn’t gonna work

[harboneger]

Just realized that I (a person with a shoddy drawing tablet and an in progress math degree) have cheap access to my university's button maker (.50c per button) and now I have Ideas (I need to figure out how the Oilers logo font works)

[whatyoutaughtwasfear]

noooooo 50c public transport fares started this week and i didn't leave campus until like 5:20 so the ferry was PACKED and people were being LOUD and the driver was SHIT (took many tries to align to the dock at every single platform) so people kept FALLING OVER!! i was lucky enough to get a seat but it was OUTSIDE so it was COLD and DARK and i wanted to READ so it was lucky there was a light but it only came on when we STOPPED so i was using my phone screen to light my kindle but i had to keep pressing the button to turn the screen on and also i had my headphones on p loud bc the old people behind me were being loud and it was a sensory NIGHTMARE

[nicsparkles]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Canali Black Three Button Wool Blazer Sport Coat Size 50 (IT) 40 (US).

[dungeonofthedragon]

Pocket Quest 2023 was an amazing experience, and I learned a lot. I've discovered some awesome titles from fellow creators along the way! This one in particular captivated me the moment I saw it:

It's a solo rpg. It's powerful and emotional. It has a narrative arc and closure.

It's only 50c.

I played the game for myself this morning and followed the prompts, and had such a fun time. My playthrough (a short story, really!) is below the cut for those of you who want to get a feel for the vibes.

You are an astronaut. You are already dead. How did you die, and what are you doing out here?

You'll have to play it yourself to find out!

I died on Sunday. I didn’t have time to register. One minute I was alive, the next I was dead. Dead, but not gone. This is an important distinction.

Because I’m definitely not gone. I’m here. I’m a ghost.

I think?

My consciousness lingers anyway. Maybe I have to wait until the Earth is vanquished. Maybe someone out there is taunting me. Who knows?

All I can do is think, and so I do. I think about my brother receiving the news. It was just the two of us looking out for each other in the end. Now it’s just him. I wish I could be there to comfort him.

Could I be?

I urge my consciousness to turn away, move back towards the planet. It does not. Can not.

Seems it’s purgatory for me then. Gotta watch this happen.

I picture my brother in tears. I imagine him looking at the picture of our family all together. Our sister, long gone. Our mother, who might as well be. Our father, who vanished without a trace.

A family history of abandonment. Separating us symbolised more than just freedom in the end. It was the start of a wider separation. I still have the scars where our hips once joined: where he kept the flesh, and I was saved through biomechanics.

Well, my body does anyway.

Not that I can see it through that suit. What a cold way to go.

Maybe the flashing lights have something to do with it. I’m not sure. I was feeling fine. I wish I’d agreed to stay behind. We’d fought about it. Our conversation got heated at the end. Don’t think we even said goodbye.

I regret that.

I didn’t stay behind then. But I have to now. The raiders are coming and it’s just me left. A solar system is fair game for these people. A planet will be no challenge at all. If they can get the defence grid up in time, it might at least give Earth the chance to evacuate.

Evacuating the Earth. I never thought the day would come.

I focus on the console, the system of knobs and buttons so familiar yet frustratingly out of reach.

A light winks on. I have comms. Did I do that?

Hello?

I try to speak. I can’t. My body is cold and my vocal cords frozen in their final death groan. The light stays on though. I have some influence here even now.

It takes everything in me. My body is no part of me now but whatever part of me can feel aches.

There is a flutter of movement. Someone joins me in the shuttle, floating through the reinforced hull as though there is nothing there.

“Who are you?” I ask.

I have a voice now.

The figure is barely there, a haze just visible under those ever-blinking lights. They stand beside me and lean against my shoulder. I feel a sensation of warmth.

I can feel now.

“Many souls are lost in space,” the figure says. “My name is Hannigan. My body is sleeping back on Earth. My spirit can travel here to find those lost souls. I tell you, you have a lot of free time when your work and sleep takes place at the same time.”

There is a throaty chuckle.

“I have an important message for Earth,” I say. “I can’t leave.”

“There’s always an important message, friend. You matter too. Talk with me for a few minutes and then I’ll take your message. First: who are you?”

“Matthew,” I say. “I have a twin brother. His name is Alec.”

“Where is Alec now?” “Back on Earth. I’m all he has left.”

“He will heal,” Hannigan reassures me.

I see them a little clearer now: long wavy hair, a pronounced nose and high cheekbones. I look down and see my own hands. I can speak. I can feel. And now, I can see myself.

Hannigan takes my hands. I catch the shadow of a smile cross their (her?) features.

“Life isn’t fair,” she says. “There’s always someone left behind, whichever way you look at it.”

“I don’t want him to be alone,” I say. “He’s had a bad few years. He doesn’t need this.” “Unfortunately the world doesn’t care how much we already have to deal with. No matter what the devout say. But I can visit Alec, Matthew. I will pass on whatever final message you have for him.”

Hannigan squeezes my hands. It all comes out at once- our upbringing, our separation, our family problems. Our current address. Hannigan listens and nods, and replies in kind. She tells me about her girlfriend and her cats. As we share our stories we see each other a little clearer.

“Tell him I love him,” I finish. “More than anything in the world. I miss him so much.”

“I’ll do that,” she promises. “Was there anything else?” “Uh, yes. A message for the government. Any one will do.”

I tell her about the raiders, their miles-long ships and their alien weaponry. She holds my hands the whole time. After a while I realise I can no longer feel her. I try to speak, and I can’t. I can still see her for now.

“Rest easy, Matthew,” she says softly. “I’ll take care of your brother. We will defend the Earth. You have done all you need.”

She fades out of existence. As does the ship, until it’s just those blinking lights. They too are gone. I am gone. I am nothing.

The Earth and my brother will be safe.

[merlucide]

LETS GOOOOOOOOO 🤩

ahem *in grandma voice*

“back in my day we used pick the lint from our belly buttons and sell it for 50c”

my dear rizzy izzy, I have a proposal

Since you and Shidou have adopted @duckydee-0 and Charles, It only makes sense that I and Loki adopt you guys 👀

WADDYA SAY ?

I CANT I ALREADY HAVE PARENTS 😓😓😓 UNLESS IDKKK U CAN BE SISTER FROM ANOTHER MISTER OR TWIN FROM ANOTHER WOMB OR SMTHING (pookie we were always ment to be related😘😘😘)

MWAHHHH 💗💗💗💗 (idm what we are pookie wookie)

[precipitationismyinspiration]

a thrifted treasure 

[parker-likes-tea]

I listen to classical tapes. Tapes I've found for 50c at thrift stores. There's something about the physicality of it - the buttons, the manual flipping, the rewinding. There is a faint static sound when you listen, reminding you of how separate this is from new, perfect technology. I have about 10 tapes, all instrumental. They feel almost like ghosts, glimpses into different times. This Tchaikovsky tape was recorded live in 1980. There is an audience applauding at the end, how many of those people will never be heard again? This ballroom waltz tape's cover is scratched and destroyed but the tape plays perfectly. Did someone learn to waltz to this tape, did they dance along in their room as I do? Another live recorded tape, this one a piano solo. I am holding someone's years of practice and dedication in my hands and it only cost me 50c. I listen to classical tapes because they overflow with humanity.

[doberbutts]

@nordfjording

Personally i’d kill for the eval info especially. Idk how to contextualize that in a patreon/subscription context but i’d def be VERY interested.

Good to know that more people are into it! I’ve been right with my picks so far and that’s... 6? 7? puppies now in about 2 years that I’ve done this, so I’m not claiming to be The Best Ever at it but also clearly it’s worked enough for 3 different breeders of vastly different breeds to be counting on my advice.

@gar-a-ash

I'd love videos on SD training specifics vs regular pet training myself. As for price, I see a lot of video series going for $100 for 3-4 hours of video, could be a good start?

Hmm... the problem is that I never train for 3-4 hours of time, so I would have to be doing a lot of video editing which would add significantly to the workload. I’m still brainstorming with the chi breeder on how much to charge per session, but I’m kind of liking the $1/minute idea they tossed at me... though that would be more expensive than your suggestion... hmm... But I think short, easily-digestible videos explaining particulars are probably going to be more worth the money than a 4-hour sitdown where I discuss the particulars of like... shaping a paw target into a button press to open an automated door. Honestly I’d probably run out of material before the 4 hours is over. I’d really have to see. Maybe I’d start with a small, as I said $1/minute or even .50c/minute like 20 minute video (so, $20-tier or $10-tier) and then bump the price slowly by a buck per group of videos added or something like that. I dunno yet. Maybe separate the pet training stuff from the service dog stuff- service dog stuff on a higher tier as that is much more intricate and detailed.

My problem is that eventually the price would need to raise to justify the work put into 4 hours of video vs 20 minutes of video vs 100 hours of video, but I don’t want it to be unfair to those who have been loyal from the start by locking them out of content they’ve already paid for on a subscription basis.

@quick-step

I would be incredibly interested in SD training and regular training videos

Good to know! I figured you would be, considering your goals, but I didn’t want to overstep as I know you have an in-person trainer on call for these types of things too.

[unnamedelement]

To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!

Gandalf, in The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien

Or, MY MIND. Living RENT FREE. For 22 YEARS. Since I was EIGHT YEARS OLD. ...because my father told me I had to read The Hobbit ON MY OWN before he would read-aloud Lord of the Rings. The nerve of him. (But guess who had to live with an 8-year-old sneaking around with aluminum rings from 50c gumball machines; calling people “bill the troll;” hissing “my precious” around every corner; telling the same riddle about teeth every day; and snapping fingers, turning off the lights, and dashing from the room for the next SIX MONTHS? Because you can bet your crumpets, it was not me)

[garageprojectmotorcycles]

A Step in the Right Direction

The instruments said I had 7km of range left. This was going to be a problem as home was 9km away. The last 2km was downhill so maybe I would make it to the top of the hill and roll down. Setting off from Scarborough Beach in mode 1, which limited me to a top speed of 60kmh, I quickly became a mobile chicane for the traffic behind me on West Coast Highway. Flicking it to mode 2 upped my top speed to 80kmh but it'd reduce my range even further but at least I wouldn’t be a hood ornament for a Hot Rod doing bog laps of the coast road. I made the decision to remain alive and push the bike as I selected mode 2 and accelerated up to 80kmh, turning off into Trigg, a distance of 1km. According to the instruments, I had 4km of range left. I was optimistically hoping that the bikes computer would give me a false reading and keep a little bit in reserve but any hope of that faded when the instrument went from 4km left to 2km left in one foul swoop. I was still 5km from home. 2km became 1km and then as it hit 0 range the throttle became non responsive to which I instinctively started swerving left to right trying to swish the fuel around hoping it’d find a bit more. Electricity doesn’t swish about a battery apparently.

The Super Soco TC Max is a step up in performance from the Super Soco TS which is an alternative to small capacity scooters with its motor in the rear hub. With international flights a distant memory, there isn’t much to do running Himalayan Heroes so I arranged an extended test ride with MotoMax. I picked it up and headed into Leederville to meet up with mates on their ICE motorcycles. The smallest capacity was a 750cc twin so I'd need a head start if I was going to keep up on our regular Fast Friday ride. The starting procedure is easy, press the unlock button on the remote, press the power button on the tank with the side stand up and then hit the start button which is in the usual position at your right thumb. While my mates fiddled with keys, fuel taps, finding neutral and annoying the outdoor diners on the café strip as they revved their noisy dinosaurs to warm them up, I Marcel Marceau'd away into the night. Pulling up at the lights, they started revving for a traffic light drag race. I did the same and bunny hopped into the middle of the intersection…ooops. When the lights turned green, I was with them all the way for the first 4m and then they were gone. The TC Max is not the Tesla Roadster of electric bikes, taking 7 seconds to get to 60kmh. It’s about the same as a Honda Grom but while the Grom will sound like Cardi B with a $10 loud hailer from the Reject Store, the Super Soco is like an elevator fart.

The TC Max is incredibly thin and at only 100kg it was a breeze to flick between traffic and get to the front at the lights. Unlike the Super Soco TS, the motor in the TC Max is where normal motorcycles have them (and for the owners of Harleys, the answer is not “in pieces”). With no gears, your left foot has nothing to do, however your left hand is still busy as the front brake lever is where the clutch lever usually resides. The right foot also has nothing to do as the rear foot brake lever is removed and in its place is a linked front and rear brake lever at the right hand. It takes some time to get used to it but I found that I rarely used the left hand lever. I did grab it twice, once when I nearly Crutchlow’d a 90 degree left hand corner and the other when the lights changed on me while I was daydreaming I was on a MotoE bike. Brakes are good, acceleration is adequate for its intended purpose, handling is spot on and I got nods from all types of riders so it certainly looks the part.

So, is it a replacement for a motorcycle? Not its close though. It’s a replacement for a scooter or as a 2nd bike if your daily total commute is less than 70km and you don’t need to go over 80km/h. I rode the bike as I would normally on a Fast Friday ride with lots of full throttle and I made it 58km from a full charge. If I had left it on Mode 1, I would have gotten 140km before needing a charge with the top speed limited to 60kmh. Mode 2 is 90km range and limited to 80kmh which is where I would leave it until I needed to overtake a bicycle. That's when I'd flick it into mode 3 which gives you 70km range with a 95kmh top speed. You can switch between modes on the go so it’s easy enough to manage your range. Interestingly, the different modes don’t affect acceleration, only the top speed. When driving my car and the fuel gauge hits empty, I know I still have 50km of range left, when the light comes on, I have 35km left and when it starts flashing it’s time to park it in the driveway and let my wife sort it out on her way to work. Like in a car, one would quickly get used to what the numbers on the clock really mean.

The charging is a little more complicated than it needs to be. On an electric car, you plug it in and a few hours later its charged. On the TC Max, you turn the key and lift the seat, lift the tank cover, take out the glovebox tray, flick the battery lead clip off, pull the battery lead off and then plug the lead from the charger into the battery. All up it take about 30 seconds but it could be easier. At least you don’t have to ride around looking for a petrol station, waiting behind Karen who hasn't worked out that the petrol pump hose is long enough to reach the other side of the car, remove your gloves and helmet, choose your octane, get your hands covered in corona virus, run the gauntlet in the rain across the oily petrol station forecourt into the bright lights of overpriced junk food and phone chargers. You then stand in line behind grandpa who can’t remember his PIN and Wayno who orders a packet of Winnie Blues, a diet coke and a sausage roll that has been sitting there since last week before finally making it to the counter to be asked for the one loyalty card that you don’t have, all the while hoping there is enough money in your account.

While we have become accustomed to the inconveniences of ICE vehicles (refuelling, maintenance, noise and emissions), our grandkids will not fathom why we didn’t see the light earlier. The Italian manufacturer of the motorcycles used in the MotoE races – Energica, already sell a motorcycle that has hypercar acceleration, a top speed that I have never achieved and a range that is further than the vast majority of bikes. It’s not cheap of course but its early days and that will come will with time.

The TC Max is very popular with the electric motorcycle crowd, less so in the ICE motorcycle forums but I suspect that has more to do with expectations than reality. The future is bright for those that like to customise their ride, as there have already been people tinkering with the ECU to increase acceleration, top speed, continuous and momentary draw as well as regenerative braking.

While I might not have made it to the top of the hill and I might have given the TC Max a lift home on a trailer and I might have had the piss taken out of me all night by my mates, I’m excited about the future of electric motorcycles. The Super Soco TC Max is a step in the right direction.

Pros

Not having to refuel

Sound of Silence

Looks great

50c for a full charge

Cons

Limited to commuting

A little too appliance like

Can measure acceleration with a sundial

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