Could not agree more.
And this is the reason why I call them: "stink-boxes".
The funniest comparison I see is when I pull away from the lights, silently, smoothly, not a care in the world...
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.. and see the stink-boxes in my mirrors, as they lurch back and forth, throwing occupants and contents around, belching smoke (and failure) as they desperately try to catch up.
They're starting to look steam punk to me.
There's already enough electric vehicles on the road near me, that my neighbours have commented on the reduced 'road noise' in our suburb.