I hear ya. Being told I was going to die within a couple years and getting my brain drilled through my skull, the normal petty fears melt away. Totally over the fear of needles now. You and are in the “I should be dead, IDGAF” club now 🤝
People don’t have to be stuck with a Tesla. I sold my 2018 Model 3 to Carvana last week for 18k. Yesterday I turned right around and bought a 2019 Audi Q5 for 18k. I never wanted to go back to gas, but I only plan on owning this until I can get the Rivian R2 I reserved. Then I’ll sell the Audi for the down payment on the Rivian. Should be a year or two max.
There’s a lot of hyperbole out there about quality and repair costs. I know people want to devalue the brand any way they can, I don’t fault that. But, my first-release Model 3 was a really great car. I’m really going to miss it.
As I was walking away after selling it, I couldn’t help but say “it’s not your fault, buddy. You didn’t deserve this and I will always have a place in my heart for you. You were merely a victim of evil beyond our control. Good night, sweet prince.”
Carvana bought mine at a decent price. I imagine the coming glut will have them refusing to buy Teslas outright. Other enraged Tesla owners should unload theirs asap.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to see it. But they have so much power and money and military that they could declare martial law and lock it all down before that. They own things other than money: property, supplies, land. Yes, hungry people would go after that, but this isn’t the French Revolution. The weapons of the elite are much more powerful now.
Glass house, white Ferrari, live for New Year's Eve, sloppy steaks at Truffoni's. Big, rare cut of meat with water dumped all over it, water splashing around the table? Makes the night so much more fun. After the club, go to Truffoni's for sloppy steaks. They'd say, 'No sloppy steaks,' but they can't stop you from ordering a steak and a glass of water! Before you knew it, we were dumping that water on those steaks. The waiters were coming to try and snatch 'em up; we had to eat as fast as we could. Oh, I miss those nights; I was a piece of shit though!
I hear ya. Being told I was going to die within a couple years and getting my brain drilled through my skull, the normal petty fears melt away. Totally over the fear of needles now. You and are in the “I should be dead, IDGAF” club now 🤝