I admit it: I love electric cars. Just a year or two ago I’d have burnt myself at the stake for even thinking, let alone writing those words.

Back then, I wondered how cars could possibly remain as intoxicating as so many of them are without a bit of suck, squeeze, bang and blow generating such ravishing sounds. No V8 warble or V12 howl, and no flat sixes. Heavens above, I fear change so much that I’m only just accepting that 911s are no longer air cooled.

However, all that changed when I drove the Tesla Model S P85D this year. What a truly fabulous thing. I used it over the May bank holiday weekend, and immediately fell head over heels in love with it. I'd never been more popular, either, and not just with people who love their cars. Even my elderly parents wanted a go although, sadly, it did bad things to them.

I put it in the infamous Insane mode and treated them to a blast of instantly delivered torque – all 713lb ft of it. Unfortunately, I forgot to tell them to brace their heads against the headrests.