I saw a Tesla saloon on the A406 yesterday. Blends (blands?) in very well.
He was sat next to me in his nice shiny electric car, pootling along in silence. It was serene, and the full leather and the giant touchscreen looked a lovely place to be. I was sat there in my noisy thirsty old car, making mechanical noises whilst my ankle started to ache from operating the clutch whilst the V8 made lovely grumbly noises as it spat it's horrible fumes out into the atmosphere.
I wouldn't have swapped for all the money in the world. For me, that's something you either get or you don't, and I don't think anyone on either side of the argument could be swayed to the alternative. I'd have an EV as a shopping trolley car if I lived in a city, but never as a fun car to shed tears of blood, sweat and joy over.