Will wasn't like everyone he knew back out West. For example he didn't want an electric car. He didn't know anybody out West who didn't find electric vehicles superior. In fact nobody out West even considered the possibility that anyone would prefer a

gas

guzzling 

car

. His friends assumed the only reason a person wouldn't want an 

electric vehicle

was because they couldn't afford it. Either that or because they were brainwashed by 

conservative

 

media

.

Will never told anyone that he preferred the traditional gas car. Once his 

startup

was acquired he could no longer blame his 

Hyundai

on his financial circumstances. Eventually the pressure got to him. He bought a 

Tesla

.

No explanation was possible. But when Will heard about Jesse's death the first thing he did was sell that slick black car. Didn't even care how much he got for it. Probably could've gotten a few thousand more. He bought another 4 cylinder Hyundai, and he drove it across the country. He and that trusty tin can took 90 gallons of 

gasoline

and burned it into the air. Each time he stopped into a 

gas station

he thought it was amazing that one could fill a gas tank up with thick black liquid, and then have it all vaporized within five and a half hours. Just gone. And back at the station for more.

Where did all that gas go? Into the air of course. What was causing all this climate change. When he was younger he thought people had a shot at changing the course, but now he didn't think so. And he loved the rumble of four cylinders as they guzzled all that gas. Plus there was no way he'd show himself back around town driving a god damn Tesla.