After more than a year of dreaming and drooling, I took another step closer to my silly dream car of the moment: Tesla let me ride in the front seat of a Model S.
I fully realize how ridiculous it is that only a select few actually get to ride along, let alone get behind the wheel, of a BMW/Mercedes competitor being sold on a reservations-only basis. I fully realize how ridiculous it is to, without having ever set foot in the thing, put down a $5,000 deposit on a car whose sticker price easily climbs above the $70,000 mark with options. And I fully realize how ridiculous it is to spend upwards of $80k to be one of the first in the world to take delivery of a car having no idea how the thing will handle once you load it up with seven passengers and luggage, let alone how well those giant, bleeding edge battery packs might hold up five or ten years down the road.
But Tesla’s tapped into something with their combination of Silicon Valley ingenuity, future looking clean tech, and luxury playboy moxie. Reservations for the Model S Signature are long since sold out, and plenty of folks plunked down another $5k each to reserve the new Model X crossover at last Thursday’s launch event.
As for me, I’ll have to be content to dream and drool a bit longer. My all too brief ride along in a Model S Signature made me want one all the more, but that doesn’t change the simple economics of the proposition: I don’t have the money to spend on a $60-90,000 automobile, even if it combines sexy fastback styling, room for up to seven, 5 Series- esque luxury and performance, and zero tailpipe emissions. Which is good, because now I don’t have to fret over which color to order mine in, let alone if I could possibly justify spending upwards of 60 large on a car.