The Tesla Arrival

Posted on June 4, 2014

So, this post is not actually written on June 4th. I am writing it about a month later. Why? Well, let’s just say that I’ve put over two thousand miles on my new car in just 4 weeks.

We arrived in Columbus a bit late, due to timing issues – having moved to the other side of Cleveland from the one I lived on when commuting to Columbus didn’t help.

The tour of the car was a bit of a whirlwind. My wife got the main walkthrough after I proved (by holding the tesla logo on the 17" screen to get the service code entry dialog) that I knew “more than I should” according to Scott, our delivery specialist. I spent most of the time herding the kids, staring at the little features that had become like the furniture of my mind over the last 1.5 months, and waiting impatiently for the big conclusion where I get to drive the car away.

Apparently, they have integrated with Ohio enough that they can handle the tax, title, and initial registration; Pat did not have such an experience, and needed to pay the taxes, get the title, and register the car at a later date. Unfortunately, this means I paid for two registrations. Once for the plates that just happened to come up, and once for the plates I actually wanted.

The most practical car

This has proven to be the most practical car I have ever owned. Driving back from Columbus on that first day, and then also running errands, going to an ice cream social at my daughter’s new school, and going to Cleveland Go Club all on the same charge eradicated any irrational concerns I had about 250 miles being enough for my day-to-day, even on extended days.

Every morning I wake up to a fully charged car. I travel less than 90 miles on my busiest days and I have completely stopped thinking about what my range is except as mental chewing gum – “there’s a number on my dash that says how far I can go. How far would that get me?” I used to have range anxiety; my Golf TDI went a ludicrous 650 miles on a single tank of diesel, but diesel is not sold at every gas station and I tended to push the bottom edge of the tank by way of simple procrastination.

Oh, and I’m not late to meetings anymore – unless I put the wrong address into the navigation system.


I feel like I’m 17 again, cruising around in my first car (which was actually my parents’ car… details) and I’ve rediscovered a playfulness in driving that I haven’t felt in a very long time. I’m entirely sure the drivers around me don’t appreciate this “new driver” attitude.

Even the girls love the spacious rear-facing jumpseats and my youngest has decided that the word “Tesla” means “go on a drive with dad.” I’m sure I’ll hear “I wanna Tesla!” later, but for now, it just means they want to come along wherever it is I’m going.