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It’s Tough Driving My Tesla These Days
I can’t catch a break.
Since 2020, I have owned one car, a Tesla Model Y.
The car is great. It takes me where I want to go. It doesn’t need gas or oil. It updates regularly over wi-Fi, and if I let it, it can drive itself. What’s not to like?
Early on in my ownership adventure, I felt very cool driving my Tesla. It was distinctive looking and there weren’t many of them on the streets where I live. I would get approached in grocery store parking lots by car guys and we would have geeky conversations about the technology under the hood.
Little did I know in those heady happy days of being a Tesla owner that driving my car was soon to become the vehicular equivalent of wearing a “kick me” sign on my back.
First came the guys who liked to cross-examine me about how far my car would go on a single charge. These guys usually owned an F-10,000 pickup truck, or something similar, that could go a thousand miles without having to gas up, and which had its own bathroom, so you didn’t have to stop for that either.
Then came the guys who wanted to know what I was going to do when my car burst into flames in my garage and burned down my house.
The next group assumed that I’d purchased the Tesla to save the planet and wanted…
