The Soul of a Machine, the Death of the Driver, and the Case for a $20K ish… Electric Truck

There’s something sacred in the roar of a great engine. The snap of a downshift, the tension of a tight corner, and the symphony of exhaust echoing off a tunnel wall—it’s art. Mechanical, emotional, thrilling art.

Ferrari figured this out a long time ago. It’s why their cars aren’t just driven—they’re worshipped. That red badge belongs on walls, calendars, and dreams. Because what they build isn’t just transportation—it’s temptation with perfect proportions.

And yet… the tragedy of the automobile in 2025 is this: some people don’t care.

The road is littered with dull boxes, leased with zero thought and driven with even less. People hog lanes like it’s a birthright—driving 9 under in the left lane, three wide, daring anyone to hope. And somewhere along the way, self-driving cars started to make sense—not because they’re good, but because we’re getting worse.

Cars are the second most expensive thing most people own. You’d think they’d care for them better. But no—it’s oil-change roulette and tires bald enough to qualify for AARP.

Now, we live in a split-reality automotive world: one group still yearns for soul, speed, and control. The other? They want an air-conditioned couch on wheels, with a robot doing the driving.

Manufacturers, ever the enablers, are ready to provide: bloated tech-infested jellybeans with names like “E-Glide 3000” that are about as exciting to look at as a soup can—looking at you, Cybertruck.

Gas vs. electric is no longer just a tech debate. It’s a lifestyle divide—drivers vs. users.

But here’s where it gets interesting: enter Slate. A $20,000 bare-bones electric pickup that—get this—you might eventually order on Amazon. It doesn’t try to be everything. It’s not chasing Tesla or pretending to be the future of performance. It’s simple. Useful. Honest.

And that got me thinking… what if this is all you need?

Because let’s be real—do you really need a truck the size of your house? One that gulps premium like it’s prepping for a transatlantic voyage, can’t fit in your garage, and is more in tune with Bezos’ yacht than the hardware store parking lot? Today’s trucks are bloated beasts—carrying nothing but one driver and a bed full of ego—wrapped in complexity and repair bills that rival orthopedic surgery.

Sure, trucks make sense for people who need to haul, tow, and work. But if your ¾-ton monster is just commuting to the office and back… what exactly are you feeding?

No gas, no maintenance, just plug in, do your errands, and get back to your life. Grocery runs, hardware store, office commute—done. All while saving enough cash to justify what really matters: the soul-feeding machine parked in the garage.

Because let’s be real. Most of us aren’t daily driving a Corvette. And electric cars don’t need mandates—they need to solve problems. The Slate? It does. It’s not trying to be cool. It’s trying to stay out of the way while you save up for something that is. No 52 inch screen that will inadvertently go blank like the check you will need to fix it.

Most cars on the road are made for people who don’t care. The Slate is for people who do—but only when it matters.

So sure, I still want something fast, loud, and completely impractical waiting for me on the weekends. But give me a cheap, quiet electric tool to get through the week? Yeah, I’m in.

Let the electric boxes handle the commute—powered by solar panels on the roof, not guilt trips from the grid—while the real cars stay in the garage, ready to feed your soul when the road calls. Because sustainability doesn’t mean sacrificing passion. It just means knowing when to plug in, and when to punch it.

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