Who's gonna drive you home? Hopefully me ... in a Tesla
By Andy Giegerich
Digital Managing Editor
The author poses with the new love of his life.
Along Northwest Couch Street near First Avenue last Thursday, pedestrians went out of their way to approach the curious-looking sports car parked across from the University of Oregon’s White Stag building.
One of them sniffed around the car, a Tesla Roadster that’s one of those cars that looks like it’s going 95 mph even when it’s just sitting there, for a good three minutes. The accidental auto analyst stopped just short of kicking the tires.
“It’s a Shelby Cobra for a new age,” he said before continuing his jaunt toward the waterfront.
It’s definitely something like that. The Tesla Roadster, as well as the Model S that I test-drove for about five glorious minutes, actually made me excited about the notion of a car. I’ve not felt that way since, possibly, Christmas 1972 when I found a Mongoose and Snake Hot Wheels racing set under our tree.
It was a new experience for me on three different levels. I’d never driven an EV before. I’d never driven a really fast car before. And I don’t think I’ve ever even gone on a test drive before.
“You’re gonna get a lot of people looking at you,” said Jessica Jones, who works at the company’s Washington Square sales lot.
While waiting for another driver to make a run in the Model S, I gave Jones my drivers license info and chatted with her about the cars (the biggest revelation: The Roadster costs $110,000 new, about twice as much as the Model S). I also told her I’d spare the Tesla team the bad jokes I wanted to make.
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