I got around today and cleaned up a little bit while the girls were gone to work and school. I got screaming-mad at the dishwasher again, because Summer insists on partially loading it, and I basically have to unload everything once we have enough dishes, to rearrange them in the most compact way possible. She refuses to just leave it alone.
Afterward, I called to schedule a tow to the Tulsa Tesla Service Center, and then took a shower. At around 11, a guy named Moses come by from Diamond Ridge to check out the ceiling work we want done in the house, as well as the outhouse. He seemed to really recommend taking the existing ceiling down and hanging a new one, which made me a little nervous. I don’t really know where to start in the shed out back either, because we’re right in the middle of the expensive time of the year and it’s not like we’re just rolling in extra money.
There was a little bit of time to kill, but not too long before Doug from Storey Wrecker showed up. I drove my car onto the back of his truck, and then rode with him to Tulsa. I had asked the Tesla Roadside dispatcher if that would be alright, and I thought he had asked to confirm, but it sounded like it was a surprise to Doug. He didn’t seem to mind at all though, and spent the ENTIRE three hour drive telling me progressively less believable stories all about the cruise ships he had been on with the “Bruce Lee” silk dragon robe that his girlfriend bought him, how his son was a semi-professional wrestler and drill sergeant, and eventually some stories about sewing his wild oats and seeing Pink Floyd in Germany while he was in the military.
I would have liked to power through the trip, but he stopped once at the little oasis on the turnpike for a restroom break, and again just a few miles from our final destination to fill up with diesel. When we got to the service center, the actual service department was closed and for some reason I couldn’t get my car out of park. Being unable to drive it off of the truck, I ended up having to enable tow mode, which let it free-roll down and into a space.
Once I got inside, it seemed that the instructions for my loaner vehicle weren’t clear. It took the guy a little while, but eventually he set me up with a pretty new, white Model Y Performance with Full Self Driving. I started to drive away, but then stopped by the exit to adjust some settings, and the guy came out and caught me to get pictures of my license and insurance. It seemed like there should be a better process for that.
I wasn’t starving, but I wanted to eat before I left town, so I drove a couple miles away to a Cheddar’s and had some spinach dip and a chicken pot pie. I had forgotten that they seem to be famous for their honey butter croissants. All of the food was delicious.
From there, I headed on home in some relative cold. I had a little bit of range anxiety since I left the service center at 80%, but made it to Van Buren without any trouble. Full Self Driving was leagues better than my Enhanced Autopilot on the interstate. I think there were only like two incidents of something behaving a little goofy, and only one false lane change mistake. Mine changes lanes improperly all the time, and it’s infuriating that it’s not the same experience.
I got a large coffee to get me to my next stop in Ozark just to top off on Tesla’s dime. I picked up a sparkling water, and then powered on home as quickly as I could. I let FSD take me from the offramp all the way to the house, and it worked near-flawlessly. I didn’t take over driving at all, and it was great.
The girls were in bed, but awake for a little while. I laid with Summer for a bit before wrapping things up and going to sleep myself.
I’m not very patriotic, but after seeing it in the garage, I have to admit it would be kind of cool to complete the red, white, and blue set.