I'm watching Wheeler Dealers, and even by the standards of Mike Brewer and Edd China, this time they are doing something weird. Mike found a 1985 Maserati Mara that a home handyman converted to electric operation. The duo spent $22,500 to gut the existing electrical setup and rebuild in to current standard, installing dual engines that combined top out at around 150 horsepower, sacrificed the trunk to put in a dozen 3 kilowatt-hour power packs, did some cosmetic crap, and ended up with a car capable of driving about 120 miles on a single charge. Mike sold it to some California ecolunatic for what it cost the Wheeler Dealers to get it roadworthy. This points up, quite clearly, the major failing of the electric car. No one has yet devised a battery that has anything near the energy density of gasoline. Mike and Edd sacrificed the entire trunk to the battery, and their electrical Italian roller skate still only has one-quarter of the range of its gasoline-powered brother. So just what is the point of building a one-off electric Maserati? It's only fit for running around town and very short weekend trips. It has zero storage space because the trunk is now filled with a battery bank that weighs substantially more than the 20 gallon gas tank that would fit under the trunk in a real automobile. I've voiced my opinion concerning the multiple failings of electric vehicles before, so I won't repeat myself. But until some scientist invents what Robert A. Heinlein called the Shipstone (the best description of which can be found in his novel Friday), which is to a conventional battery as a hydrogen bomb is to a kitchen match, something that will give an automobile the same range and performance equal to or better than a gasoline-engined car, that can go from zero to full charge in 15 minutes, the electric car will remain a politically correct piece of crap that rich econuts use to prove how ecologically sound and how much more dedicated to the cause they are. Mike Brewer and Edd China have rebuilt some strange automobiles in their time. I still have nightmares about the time Mike brought Edd an AMC Pacer to work on, where Edd applied the weirdest paint job and interior refit I have ever seen, and then could not flog it because no one wanted something that ugly. But this is the first time I've ever had serious cause to doubt their sanity.