As promised, the inaugural
Confessions of a Car Guy will be one of my own--one of many. So here it is.
If you remember back in March Plymouth, North Carolina got a set of Tesla Superchargers--an odd place considering the car action usually consists of Cavaliers and Crown Vics. Since their installation, I make an effort to cruise by the lot to see if I can catch a Tesla hooked-up to the utopian pump.
Last week, the months of effort came to a crashing defeat. I was on my way to Wendy's as a Silver Tesla entered the highway, departing from a recent charge.
I immediately started screaming profanities.
Then I realized my boss was sitting next to me.
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