Thealx: I moved to the local airport last summer. To his surprise, he found that Soviet-era electric cars (red machines for carrying luggage and small goods) were still in use. Most are indoor, but there are open - there are no cabins at all, a platform with a steering wheel and a seat.
It is a hot northern July day. Everyone tries to get stuck in a sunny or cool room. The cabriolet rushed through the territory, the driver took a blessing posture and put the haru in the face of the wind. Of course, life has succeeded.)
The winter is a cold January day (-36). In no one’s territory. Silently shaking, the miracle of engineering thought emerges. speed twice lower than in summer, frosts clearly do not spare such technology. behind the wheel something wrapped in a few watts with a small gap for the eyes. This is an extreme profession.