Nearly all of my 2000 Leaf miles have come so far from shortish, sub-100-mile journeys, well within our new 30kWh car’s realistic range of about 110 miles.
It has been easy: there are cosseting semi-fast chargers at home in the Cotswolds, at my weekday London base and at the office in Twickenham. The Nissan has been universally useful, refined and enjoyable.
However, I’ve been secretly berating myself for not manning up and attempting The Big One, whereby you lay an elementary plan then set a course for the far horizon, trusting the facilities on the way and when you get there.
The chance came a couple of days ago. I had an appointment in Sheffield in the late morning and some more business back in London in the evening. That meant I could leave fairly early and learn lessons from the 170-mile outward trip, applying them on the way back.
At first I was cautious, drifting carefully up through London to the base of the M1 then cruising at 60mph (the speed I’d learned was efficient from talking to other Leaf owners) thereafter. Most of the time I tried to tuck in behind one of those 58mph trucks — which allowed me to cruise with two blobs of power on the display that shows how much you’re drawing from the battery, rather than three. It worked; on a still, sunny day, the distance I’d travelled and the distance to go added up to 130 miles, which seemed like plenty.