The purpose of this blog is to chronicle the desperate attempt on my part to become the proud owner of a Tesla electric car. Now, it may come as a surprise to none of you that I cannot afford a Tesla. Their prices run upwards of $70K. That's house money for people like me. But I figure that the car is the single best thing I can do for the environment. I have in my daily life tried to rid myself of the internal combustion engine as best I can. It is nigh impossible. I have no animosity towards the engine. It is quite useful and has performed admirably for many years for many, many, many, people. I like the idea of a vehicle that can use the wind or the sun to obtain its motive power. I think that's the way that we are meant to move about this orb (sailors will probably agree to this). The crass thundering of the engine is a harsh reminder that we are imperfect, impatient, sloppy, beings. I would like to do my small part to remedy that. I would like to help make the world a more balanced and efficient place, one where common sense and reason abound and afford the common man the life that he dreams of.
I started driving around and making a nuisance of myself in a 1976 Alfa Romeo Spyder Veloce when I was 15. I was convinced that the world would suitably continue to revolve around me as was proper and the acquisition of this Italian go-cart simply showed that the fates had nicely provided an appropriate auto for the young master of the universe. ( At 15, the average boy has the wisdom and sense of a pickled herring.) Tooling around in this fine automobile was a great way for me to become a part of the driving club. As I learned the ins and outs of the car, I became more and more comfortable with it. Soon I was driving it like I had owned it my entire life, or so I thought. The feel of the road was directly transmitted to my butt thanks to the renowned suspension of the Alfa, but that feedback made the driving more real, more alive. I drove the silly thing for the better part of a year before my father finally convinced me that a car that had a reliable starter, transmission, and roof would be a better idea. The point of me telling you about this car is to let you know that I have been the bad seed that polluted the earth for his own enjoyment and to this day does not regret one mile driven. I now hope to begin a new time of my driving life. One that does not rely on exploding liquefied dinosaurs. I will own a Tesla. Not sure how I'm going to make it work, but that's the journey, huh?
