Three of the biggest producers of electric vehicles are reportedly set to pump the brakes on production, citing a bad economy and higher interest rates thanks to Joe Biden’s bad economic policies. Tesla, General Motors, and Ford all have said they plan to sIow production essentially until the economy shows some signs of settling down.
Tesla CEO Elon Musk joined General Motors and Ford in voicing concerns that high-interest rates on car purchases would prevent borrowers from securing financing for expensive eIectric vehicles. Musk said, People hesitate to buy a new car if there’s uncertainty in the economy. I don’t want to be going into top speed into uncertainty.
Musk aIso is planning to take a wait-and-see approach to the economy before ramping up the planned Tesla factory in Mexico. Musk’s comments came after poor quarterly results across the board. Not only were Tesla’s sales down, but so were earnings per share and vehicle production.
General Motors, for their part, has plans to delay production of the electric Silverado and GMC Sierra pickup trucks by a year, citing flattening demand for the electrified vehicIes. Over at Ford Motors, they are cutting one of the three shifts that currently builds the electric F-150 Lightning pickup truck. The automaker made this decision following a summer where they took some of the focus off of electric, instead looking toward commercial fleet vehicles and hybrids.
Woman Unearths Astonishing Secret After Tracking Twin Girls Who Sit Unaccompanied in Park Each Night
Every night, Colleen saw twin girls in shabby clothes sitting alone in the park. When her curiosity got the best of her and she followed them, she stumbled upon a heartbreaking secret that would alter her life forever.
Hi, everyone! I’m Colleen, 32 years old and still single. No kids yet, though I’ve dated my fair share of guys. I love kids so much and can’t wait to have my own, but it’s so hard to find true love these days. But hey, no rush.
I decided to wait for the right man, unaware that my life would change in ways I never imagined.
It all began when I saw twin girls, about 8 years old, in old shabby clothes sitting on the same bench in the park where I walked my dog. Their eyes, filled with a haunting sadness, drew me in each evening as they sat alone on the same bench. No parents or adults were ever around, and their loneliness was palpable.
One evening, the chill in the air was sharper, and the girls were there again, shivering in their old jackets.
The streetlights flickered on as darkness crept in. My concern grew unbearable, and I decided to discreetly follow them to see who would come for them.
As the sun began to set, the girls stood up, holding each other’s hands tightly. They walked with hesitant steps and left the park alone. My worry deepened with every step they took, and I followed them, determined to ensure their safety.
To my surprise, they boarded a bus, looking even smaller and more vulnerable under the harsh fluorescent lights. I followed them and noticed how they huddled together and whispered softly. They traveled nine stops and each mile made my anxiety grow.
When they finally got off, I was stunned beyond words because they walked into a wealthy neighborhood. The contrast between their appearance and the grand houses around them was jarring. They approached a particularly large home and entered without hesitation.
I stood there, frozen in disbelief. What was going on? Why were these clearly neglected girls living in such an affluent area? Something didn’t add up, and my gut told me I needed to investigate further.
Taking a deep breath, I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. A maid answered, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her tone clipped.
“Yes, I’d like to speak with the parents of the twin girls who just came in,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
The maid hesitated, then nodded. “Wait here, please.”
Five long minutes passed before a man appeared at the door. His expensive suit and cold demeanor screamed wealth and indifference.
“What do you want?” he snapped.
I swallowed hard. “Sir, I’m concerned about your daughters. I’ve seen them alone in the park every evening, and it’s not safe—”
He cut me off. “That’s none of your business. Don’t show up here again.” The door slammed in my face.
I walked away, my mind racing. Something was very wrong here, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that those girls needed help.
The next day, I went to the park earlier than usual. Around 4 PM, the twins appeared, settling onto their usual bench. Gathering my courage, I approached them.
By choosing to get involved, I not only changed the lives of two wonderful little girls but also found a love and purpose I never knew I was missing.
To the people reading this, I urge you: if you see something that doesn’t seem right, speak up. You never know whose life you might change.
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