So, I damaged my beautiful new S85 recently. I scraped against a pole in the parking lot in my garage. First time I've damaged a car in over 10 years, and it had to be my new baby.
Well, I have to tell you, it hurt. It hurt so much I couldn't bring myself to post about it until now, 3 weeks later; now that she's back from the body shop and good as new. I had to wait 2 painful weeks for an appointment, and they fixed her this week. I didn't realize just how much I'd come to love my Tesla until she was gone.
I missed her. I checked the app every few hours, just to keep in touch with her, see if she was in the shop or in the lot, check her battery charge. While my Tesla was in the shop, I drove our back-up, 3rd car, a 2000 BMW M roadster. I always thought of it as our fun car. A zippy, powerful, fun to drive convertible. Well, as I drove this noisy, jerky, smelly, slow to accelerate little car all week, I just came to appreciate the grace, beauty, and power of the Model S. I can't even think of the M roadster as a fun or powerful car anymore. It's an outdated relic with obsolete technology.
When I picked up my Model S this morning, I realized that I don't just love this car, I'm in love with her. Tears actually came to my eyes as I got in, put my foot on her pedal and shifted into drive. The silent power I felt as I drove away reminded me just how much this car means to me.
I know, I sound sick. I need help. But it's too late for me. It's Teslove!