My cousin had events going on all day so my uncle and I decided to set off to find some adventure. The alternative being hanging out at a grade school fundraiser. Earlier I had put google to work finding the nearest Tesla Motors store. My uncle had never heard of the company but it turned out that these amazing all-electric super-cars were being sold not 3 miles from his front door.
We found parking in a side alley and hoped that at least one of the rare beauties would be on display. It may or may not be important to note, at this point, that upon getting out of the car my uncle found not one but two pennies on the curb. They had not one but about 10 or 11 of the Roadsters laying about.
We where looking over a particularly nice copper red specimen when a salesman came out and inquired as to whether or not we had any questions. We did. He gushed on about the car at length even though is was fairly obvious we were not about to drop 109 grand on an afternoon's whim. fourty-five minutes or so later he had shown us under the bonnet and given us a tour of the facilities.
On the way out we thanked him and exchanged a few further pleasantries, which exposed my Michigan origin. Since I had come all that way, the nice man inquired as to whether I would like a ride.
I almost fell over. I stammered. I agreed because I am nice...... So yes Tom, I have gone zero to sixty in four seconds on a side road in a white electric super car. (Tom is the guy I know who will probably experience the most envy while reading this. Alex is a close second and any other guy with red blood in his veins will be in a tight race for third) At first the acceleration feels hohum, then exhilirating, then alarming, then downright frightening. It just does not quit. Pretty soon one is almost wishing that they had not told the salesman "sure go for it". Almost. It's ok to die happy.
I am not the proper person to review the vehicle. There just arn't many comparisons that I can draw between the Tesla and my Escort. I do know that my car can't make a hard right hand turn at 40 mph and survive without even a bit of squeal in the tires. Although I can fit my bike in my trunk. That would never happen in the Tesla without the cooperation of a hacksaw and I would never do that to my bike.
My uncle got a ride as well. I actually have to give him alot of credit. I probably would not have gotten anywhere near that narrow seat with out his sincere interest and people skills.
Here he is, with the nice saleman. I think if you click on the image you get the full effect. Keep a napkin handy to wipe the corners of you mouth.
Sam's Summary
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hahaha there's so much grin on your face during this post, your usually immaculate spelling has flown off the rails.
ReplyDeleteYou're the man.