Retired / Rewired
Tesla Maintenance Blues
Well, it finally happened—after four blissful months of Tesla ownership, we got our first bill. I was heading to the grocery store, or rather, Dream Girl (that’s our Model Y) was piloting us there via her usual back-road route. But nope, I wanted the frontage road for a change. I disengaged Full Self-Driving, and within seconds—bam!—I nailed a pothole t…
