It’s raining.
No Bondi pastel skies.
No dreamy two-foot runners.
No crystal-blue aquarium vibes.
Just a steady stream of grey drizzle and a strong coffee.
Not a decent photo opportunity in sight.
So instead of “charging” down the line at some Indo reef, let’s talk about a different kind of charging — the kind that powers how we cart around camera gear, a tribe of kids, surfboards, mountain bikes… and now golf clubs.
A year ago we made the switch. Went full EV. Threw solar panels on the roof. Haven’t looked back.
Driving the Kia EV9 is about the closest thing I’ve experienced to piloting a spaceship. Silent. Smooth. Ridiculously powerful. And somehow — like a Tardis — it swallows 9–10 surfboards, inside for those long NSW coast roadies.
We became such converts that we bought a second EV for city missions — the EV3 — off our own back. Full price. No nudge. No obligation. Just made sense. Smaller footprint, same smooth feel, perfect for Bondi-to-everywhere runs.
I’ve been shooting the new whips around town and up the coast — different kind of transport feature, same storytelling lens. Here’s the fruits of that labour.
See you when the storm clears.
Avagoodweekend.
:: uge
