T'was The Night Before..
With apologies to Clement C. Moore,
“The night before Aptera” (Or, “A visit from the founders”)
T’was the night before Christmas, In the Aptera forums,
T’were opinions that differed, Yet we maintained decorum.
Reservations updated, and they with great care,
In hopes that a dope ride, soon would be theirs.
The staff at Aptera, all snug in their beds,
While visions of solar miles danced in their heads.
And mamma in her Prius and me in my Leaf,
Determined that petrol, should no more cause us grief.
When outside the window, arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
Off to the window I flew like a fool,
And looked through the glass, after leaping a stool.
The moon on the white of the snow covered lawn,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the object beyond.
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But a brand new Aptera, and it filled me with glee.
And seated inside, I could see it was so,
On the left it was Chris, on the right Steve Fambro.
A rap on the hatch, and it opened quite wide,
I looked and was quite stunned by who was inside.
There’s Sarah, and Jason, and Nathan, do tell,
There’s Quincy, and Audra, and Chris M. as well.
And so many others, I cannot here list,
But had they not been there, they’d sorely be missed.
I looked at Aptera, my heart skipped a beat,
To get one this next year would be such a treat.
I’d drive to the city, the park, everywhere,
While knowing onlookers would just turn and stare.
If I had to hurry, some place to get at,
Well 0 to 60, in 3 point 5 flat.
I’d bypass the chargers, of which I’d need not,
It’s solar recharging, adds miles. (Quite a lot.)
It’s dashing good looks, will turn many a head,
It’s quite easy price, will to Lucid bring dread
That vacant 4th wheel, it will never be missed,
(Some Elio res. holders will surely be pissed)
I then saw that I should, just fly off to sleep,
I might get mine by morning, and then with joy weep.
I looked back, and saw them preparing to leave,
Chris there in the left seat, still on the right Steve.
As they closed the side doors, to their team they did whistle,
And away they all flew, like a hyper fast missile.
And I heard them exclaim. As I turned to my wife,
“Happy Christmas to all, And to all a Green Life.”
- This discussion was modified 5 months, 1 week ago by bbelcamino.