Riding up to the village of Paul to hear those Male Choir guys is top of the list A-OK. My driver kindly picks me up outside the St Ives Cinema (where the new Mission Impossible movie is playing! Have you seen it? I want to see it!) and I hop immediately in.
Last Monday night another choir member came along, and he sat in the front. We all talked about cars because I noticed how nice this car looked, and said so. I don't know anything about the car other than that it 'looked nice'. My husband would have made a point of discovering the make, model, and mileage of the thing, but that didn't occur to me. There is only one car I know the make and model of, and that is because we bought it last year.
"We bought a car last year," I said.
"Oh? what is it?"
"It is a Tesla, and we think it is smashing. And it doesn't need gas. And it drives itself down the road while my hands rest in my lap."
"Whaat?" the general chorus in the front seat said. "Yes," I responded. "It has auto pilot and is a better driver than most humans. Are there Teslas here in Cornwall now?"
"Yes, but not the auto pilot type."
He asked if I have to 'help' the Tesla to park. You can park it yourself, I said, but I'd much rather just touch the 'P' on the screen, and then sit thinking about what to make for dinner while the Tesla parks. It's actually quite dramatic to watch.
It hasn't all been perfect, though, and there was a lot to learn. If you make too many of what Tesla thinks of as 'mistakes', it might put you in what we call Tesla jail. It isn't a real jail, but you can become locked out of auto pilot for a while. People don't like that, because when you get used to not driving a car, it's hard to go back. But arguing with a Tesla is not recommended, dear Readers. Remember about the customer always being right? Well, scratch that.
The Tesla is.
See you along the way!
the SconeLady
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