On my recent road trip, I have been painfully reminded that there are a stubborn minority of people who are so threatened by the shining progress and disruption of the status quo that Tesla represents, that they vent their fear as anger and ugliness. In Eastern WA, I had to two separate carfuls of young males "finger" me as I glided past them, minding my own business. I was shocked and offended, but resisted the temptation to acknowledge them in any way. Then the other day in Rapid City, SD, after I ate lunch while my "Ruby" supercharged. I returned to the car to find this scene: What you see is the aftermath of a half-full Red Bull super-size can hurled directly at my Model S. Thankfully the perp's athletic abilities were insufficiently enhanced by the stimulants coursing through his blood to convert his anger into a dent in my hood.