And, they all go home, shut off their windshield wipers and heater, pull into their (wait! I don't have a garage!) Plug into, "**** they stole my cord and outlet again!" and 500 miles of freeway congestion, draws for the 5th day of no sunshine on their $3,000 kypnohypnofantantasmagorical 10,000 kWh battery bank. Time to Rain X the solar panels. Hail? Oh my god! No!
They do make 30-amp 120vac connectors, but this is a major phase load on a 240 volt service. 30x120 = 3,600 va. How large are those automobile battery banks? You say you wanted to out for dinner? And Kissmybutt Inc. your employer says putting charger ports in employee parking lots will happen right after you get your platinum Rolex Oyster for 10 years of faithful service.
Or you can head to a charger port station right after work. Fifty stalls and only fourteen cars ahead of you. Whadd'ya mean there are thirty six million cars in L.A. going to need an eye-opener for a ride home? Home. You know, where anything left outside overnight is appraised for its copper value?
"Hello. AAA? Help! Someone pried off my charger cap in the Amazon stick and brick and sucked my battery dry". Laugh on, DC to DC converters are cheap.
Picking at this is fun. It's like bringing a globe to a flat-earth society convention. Or a Moon Rock to a conspiracy theorist's Love In.
But what isn't fun is listening to the psychobabble of Moonbeam and his Manson-intense cult of "believers" who insist those whom question royal mandates should go home, kick off their shoes and fire-up a quarter-pounder.
Electric cars are neat. I love the idea. Given the CURRENT state of Free Love for electric cars in California, I would not hesitate to own one if my infrastructure supported it. Zere's a lot of if's in ziss dream fantasy. It's when an addled George Orwell demands everyone join his conga line is where I draw my line.