When I land in Atlanta ahead of this year’s Masters, there’s only one thing on my mind – and it’s not the golf. Tell a lie, it kind of is, only at this precise moment in time, sitting on the tarmac at Hartsfield–Jackson Atlanta International, I’m thinking more about the vehicle I’m about to collect.
I’ve managed to acquire a truck – not just any old pick-up (there are plenty of those in the US), but an electric one. I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite so aesthetically pleasing since I bought my shiny new Titleist T200 irons. I’m now the owner of a Rivian R1T, at least for seven days.
