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Warning!!! Model 3 will make you immature (again)
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BijouGirl
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Loved this story!
Yes I live in redneck, big pick up truck, gas-diesel guzzling Alberta.
So many times I've been cut off by these no-so-polite drivers. I actually can't wait to blow their doors off, at least once! I think once I'm more confident it will happen... I'm just anticipating the obnoxious comments and vandalism that seems to be so common around here. But I'm ready for a good change with my new M3.
Yes I live in redneck, big pick up truck, gas-diesel guzzling Alberta.
So many times I've been cut off by these no-so-polite drivers. I actually can't wait to blow their doors off, at least once! I think once I'm more confident it will happen... I'm just anticipating the obnoxious comments and vandalism that seems to be so common around here. But I'm ready for a good change with my new M3.
I really hate those movies that end leaving you to imagine what happened next....
Sadly at 63 years old I can relate to your experience. I find it interesting trying to compare this experience to drag racing. No tires squeal, no roaring engines just a humbled gas car driver that thought he had a hot car. For those seeing this as being irresponsible...my foot comes off the accelerators right around the speed limit. The point is completely made by that time.
I realize I am posting in the Model 3 forum with my Model S story.
I was sitting in the left lane, and a half mile ahead the right lane ends, with a big square curb.
I leave the line a bit under half power in my relatively slow P85+ (compared to a P90D), and as I am about half way to the cut off somebody is coming up fast on the right side. I am already at the speed limit, and to safely stay in front of this guy will require "take your license" illegal speeds. I also know that police frequently sit in the parking lot just after the lanes reduce.
Decision time arrives:
The car is now getting very close and if I speed up even slightly I can force him into the curb. It isn't entirely clear that he is going to make it at all if I just maintain the speed limit. I back out and regen to let the guy by without any issues.
I was slightly naughty and hoped there was a cop in the parking lot just ahead though... I don't like wishing for people to get tickets, but every so often I admit I do.
No such luck.
It wasn't as fun as smashing the power but I guess I am getting old...
I was sitting in the left lane, and a half mile ahead the right lane ends, with a big square curb.
I leave the line a bit under half power in my relatively slow P85+ (compared to a P90D), and as I am about half way to the cut off somebody is coming up fast on the right side. I am already at the speed limit, and to safely stay in front of this guy will require "take your license" illegal speeds. I also know that police frequently sit in the parking lot just after the lanes reduce.
Decision time arrives:
The car is now getting very close and if I speed up even slightly I can force him into the curb. It isn't entirely clear that he is going to make it at all if I just maintain the speed limit. I back out and regen to let the guy by without any issues.
I was slightly naughty and hoped there was a cop in the parking lot just ahead though... I don't like wishing for people to get tickets, but every so often I admit I do.
No such luck.
It wasn't as fun as smashing the power but I guess I am getting old...
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First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
So I am cruising the main drag in Salt Lake (locals call it State Street), pull up to the stop light, being a total noob, still learning how to slow smoothly with hold on etc... Up comes a beautiful red Mustang GT rumbling like a banshee. Pulls up next to me at the red light. I peek over out of the corner of my eye to see if the driver is looking back at me,: he isn't, or is he, almost like he is looking out of the corner of his eye too... Younger guy (upper 20's, by my guess) with an even younger passenger riding shotgun (who definitely was looking over). Light turns green, mustang takes off with that wonderful mustang sound as I am fiddling with my classical music (just got spotify going ya know..) Not normally a classic music guy (More Van Halen, if you're asking.) but wanted to crank it and see how many instruments I could hear on the new system (how could I not). Mustang screams down the road, oh... another red light. I come not so eloquently gliding up with a slight hold and accelerator stutter combo. This time I take my focus off spotify's top classical picks. I look over to my right, he's looking at me and I am looking at him. I haven't drag raced anyone in 20 years... I look away. Light turns green, mustang goes but with less fervor this time. I blip my accelerator and seemingly, instantly pop up to his side, he doesn't like this and mashes his gas with all his ponies roaring (wow, it sounds so good). I blip again from maybe 40% to 50%, I don't know, all this is new to me, but it feels about half power. I pass him.. He keeps pressing on and I blip again, easily keeping ahead until I coast (a little more smoothly this time) to the next light. At this point in time I am ashamedly feeling proud of myself and my victory, my pride likely unconsciously connected to my last victory over my little sister at tetherball (she was a foot shorter than me, I saw the opportunity and took it). But the story continues; I let the mustang catch up before the next light, roll down my window, give him a shaka sign and tell him "that's a sweet ride!" He says the same back..
We both went our separate ways and I was left with Spotify's top choice of what I should listen to: Biba Dupont's -Silhouette, playing so peacefully in the background. I had to wonder, what just happened, where did this new immature me come from? What if I would have gotten a "racing" reckless driving ticket I had read about online so many times before.... What if I got busted and my insurance goes up? What if my wife says this Tesla thing was a bad idea, you should sell it... <insert horror!!!!!> What was I thinking? I should not have done that..
Four blocks north and five blocks east I pull up to another red light and yet another non perfected hold accelerator stutter combo naturally comes into play, but eventually I come to a stop. I glance over; it's a Dodge Charger Hellcat and I can see all this from the corner of my eye... I know he's looking... This time I'm ready... I confidently reach down and turn up spotify, flutes, trombones, big brass horns and wood instruments blare within my new found world, echoing off the glass roof and circling around to memories of when I was fifteen and drove my first stick.
And I wait for it to turn green...
Great story..happens to me almost everyday. you know the driver and or passenger says " I hear those Teslas are fast"
First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
I’m ashamed to admit that I’m guilty of regressing to teen behavior occasionally, which is more often than anyone should. I grew up in a redneck motorhead suburb of Baltimore. All my friends were souping up their muscle cars and I was driving dad’s station wagon or underwhelming Maverick. The wagon was more powerful and therefore more fun, but I could never hold my own with the GTOs and ‘Stang’s. Never being a fan of loud vehicles, I dreamt of having a quiet sleeper car one day, that nobody suspected could blow off the doors of my friendly rivals. My dream is now a reality, and all of a sudden, I’m tempered by maturity. Drat!!! I have to say that every ache or pain melts away with the g-force and adrenaline of humbling yet another gasoline powered dinosaur. I guess I’ll head to the drag strip to get my fountain-of-youth injections. Sure was fun while it lasted. Thanks for the sobriety check. It’s chill for me on the streets from now on.
Mountainsnbird
Member
I’ve had much thought about this recently and was disappointed in myself.
About three weeks ago while riding with the wife and daughter a tuned STI pulls up beside us(MSLR raven). My wife is all about teaching someone a lesson, if deserved. The way it played out we were both going to be turning on to the interstate, us following him. Of course he was going to floor it and I was going to ride his ass just long enough for him to realized he had no chance.
Light turns green we start to turn right, now it’s on! Then slllllide......a 1990s Chevy Malibu cuts me off. And there goes the STI speeding off to that high pitched Subaru exhaust we’ve all heard before.
The lesson, if that Malibu didn’t cut me off I most likely would have floored it and snapped my daughters head back in the car seat. I did not even think. I was very disappointed in myself and thought how childish. Lesson learned.
About three weeks ago while riding with the wife and daughter a tuned STI pulls up beside us(MSLR raven). My wife is all about teaching someone a lesson, if deserved. The way it played out we were both going to be turning on to the interstate, us following him. Of course he was going to floor it and I was going to ride his ass just long enough for him to realized he had no chance.
Light turns green we start to turn right, now it’s on! Then slllllide......a 1990s Chevy Malibu cuts me off. And there goes the STI speeding off to that high pitched Subaru exhaust we’ve all heard before.
The lesson, if that Malibu didn’t cut me off I most likely would have floored it and snapped my daughters head back in the car seat. I did not even think. I was very disappointed in myself and thought how childish. Lesson learned.
really, you think this is relevant? there's a big difference between a red light race and
>Hart had pulled ahead when Vasapolli crossed the double yellow line on the opposite side of the street to pull ahead.
these guys were nuts
Anyway, joke's on all of you. My model 3 can't make me immature again.
ddrmr
Member
First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
So I am cruising the main drag in Salt Lake (locals call it State Street), pull up to the stop light, being a total noob, still learning how to slow smoothly with hold on etc... Up comes a beautiful red Mustang GT rumbling like a banshee. Pulls up next to me at the red light. I peek over out of the corner of my eye to see if the driver is looking back at me,: he isn't, or is he, almost like he is looking out of the corner of his eye too... Younger guy (upper 20's, by my guess) with an even younger passenger riding shotgun (who definitely was looking over). Light turns green, mustang takes off with that wonderful mustang sound as I am fiddling with my classical music (just got spotify going ya know..) Not normally a classic music guy (More Van Halen, if you're asking.) but wanted to crank it and see how many instruments I could hear on the new system (how could I not). Mustang screams down the road, oh... another red light. I come not so eloquently gliding up with a slight hold and accelerator stutter combo. This time I take my focus off spotify's top classical picks. I look over to my right, he's looking at me and I am looking at him. I haven't drag raced anyone in 20 years... I look away. Light turns green, mustang goes but with less fervor this time. I blip my accelerator and seemingly, instantly pop up to his side, he doesn't like this and mashes his gas with all his ponies roaring (wow, it sounds so good). I blip again from maybe 40% to 50%, I don't know, all this is new to me, but it feels about half power. I pass him.. He keeps pressing on and I blip again, easily keeping ahead until I coast (a little more smoothly this time) to the next light. At this point in time I am ashamedly feeling proud of myself and my victory, my pride likely unconsciously connected to my last victory over my little sister at tetherball (she was a foot shorter than me, I saw the opportunity and took it). But the story continues; I let the mustang catch up before the next light, roll down my window, give him a shaka sign and tell him "that's a sweet ride!" He says the same back..
We both went our separate ways and I was left with Spotify's top choice of what I should listen to: Biba Dupont's -Silhouette, playing so peacefully in the background. I had to wonder, what just happened, where did this new immature me come from? What if I would have gotten a "racing" reckless driving ticket I had read about online so many times before.... What if I got busted and my insurance goes up? What if my wife says this Tesla thing was a bad idea, you should sell it... <insert horror!!!!!> What was I thinking? I should not have done that..
Four blocks north and five blocks east I pull up to another red light and yet another non perfected hold accelerator stutter combo naturally comes into play, but eventually I come to a stop. I glance over; it's a Dodge Charger Hellcat and I can see all this from the corner of my eye... I know he's looking... This time I'm ready... I confidently reach down and turn up spotify, flutes, trombones, big brass horns and wood instruments blare within my new found world, echoing off the glass roof and circling around to memories of when I was fifteen and drove my first stick.
And I wait for it to turn green...
It is lots of fun in my Model X to blow the doors off every perceived threat! That is until I installed my State Farm low-rate-driving monitor which scores my driving. It is always looking over my shoulder, even punishing me when I slow down to avoid stopped traffic on the Interstate (What's up with that??). It's like having my Mother-in-law in the car with me...
StealthP3D
Well-Known Member
First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
So I am cruising the main drag in Salt Lake (locals call it State Street), pull up to the stop light, being a total noob, still learning how to slow smoothly with hold on etc... Up comes a beautiful red Mustang GT rumbling like a banshee. Pulls up next to me at the red light. I peek over out of the corner of my eye to see if the driver is looking back at me,: he isn't, or is he, almost like he is looking out of the corner of his eye too... Younger guy (upper 20's, by my guess) with an even younger passenger riding shotgun (who definitely was looking over). Light turns green, mustang takes off with that wonderful mustang sound as I am fiddling with my classical music (just got spotify going ya know..) Not normally a classic music guy (More Van Halen, if you're asking.) but wanted to crank it and see how many instruments I could hear on the new system (how could I not). Mustang screams down the road, oh... another red light. I come not so eloquently gliding up with a slight hold and accelerator stutter combo. This time I take my focus off spotify's top classical picks. I look over to my right, he's looking at me and I am looking at him. I haven't drag raced anyone in 20 years... I look away. Light turns green, mustang goes but with less fervor this time. I blip my accelerator and seemingly, instantly pop up to his side, he doesn't like this and mashes his gas with all his ponies roaring (wow, it sounds so good). I blip again from maybe 40% to 50%, I don't know, all this is new to me, but it feels about half power. I pass him.. He keeps pressing on and I blip again, easily keeping ahead until I coast (a little more smoothly this time) to the next light. At this point in time I am ashamedly feeling proud of myself and my victory, my pride likely unconsciously connected to my last victory over my little sister at tetherball (she was a foot shorter than me, I saw the opportunity and took it). But the story continues; I let the mustang catch up before the next light, roll down my window, give him a shaka sign and tell him "that's a sweet ride!" He says the same back..
We both went our separate ways and I was left with Spotify's top choice of what I should listen to: Biba Dupont's -Silhouette, playing so peacefully in the background. I had to wonder, what just happened, where did this new immature me come from? What if I would have gotten a "racing" reckless driving ticket I had read about online so many times before.... What if I got busted and my insurance goes up? What if my wife says this Tesla thing was a bad idea, you should sell it... <insert horror!!!!!> What was I thinking? I should not have done that..
Four blocks north and five blocks east I pull up to another red light and yet another non perfected hold accelerator stutter combo naturally comes into play, but eventually I come to a stop. I glance over; it's a Dodge Charger Hellcat and I can see all this from the corner of my eye... I know he's looking... This time I'm ready... I confidently reach down and turn up spotify, flutes, trombones, big brass horns and wood instruments blare within my new found world, echoing off the glass roof and circling around to memories of when I was fifteen and drove my first stick.
And I wait for it to turn green...
Saturday I took my car to an empty parking lot and put my Stealth P3D in Track Mode (II). I set the front/rear power bias to 100% rear and the electronic nannies to zero. Oh my God! Be careful out there! Totally changed the character of the car from quick and competent to crazy burnouts with the rear end swinging left and right like a bull on crystal meth. Just insane.
harlanlimpert
Member
Love this story. I enjoy having the power, even though I've never used it off the line in a drag race. I just sit there, smugly, KNOWING I can beat the guy next to me.First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
So I am cruising the main drag in Salt Lake (locals call it State Street), pull up to the stop light, being a total noob, still learning how to slow smoothly with hold on etc... Up comes a beautiful red Mustang GT rumbling like a banshee. Pulls up next to me at the red light. I peek over out of the corner of my eye to see if the driver is looking back at me,: he isn't, or is he, almost like he is looking out of the corner of his eye too... Younger guy (upper 20's, by my guess) with an even younger passenger riding shotgun (who definitely was looking over). Light turns green, mustang takes off with that wonderful mustang sound as I am fiddling with my classical music (just got spotify going ya know..) Not normally a classic music guy (More Van Halen, if you're asking.) but wanted to crank it and see how many instruments I could hear on the new system (how could I not). Mustang screams down the road, oh... another red light. I come not so eloquently gliding up with a slight hold and accelerator stutter combo. This time I take my focus off spotify's top classical picks. I look over to my right, he's looking at me and I am looking at him. I haven't drag raced anyone in 20 years... I look away. Light turns green, mustang goes but with less fervor this time. I blip my accelerator and seemingly, instantly pop up to his side, he doesn't like this and mashes his gas with all his ponies roaring (wow, it sounds so good). I blip again from maybe 40% to 50%, I don't know, all this is new to me, but it feels about half power. I pass him.. He keeps pressing on and I blip again, easily keeping ahead until I coast (a little more smoothly this time) to the next light. At this point in time I am ashamedly feeling proud of myself and my victory, my pride likely unconsciously connected to my last victory over my little sister at tetherball (she was a foot shorter than me, I saw the opportunity and took it). But the story continues; I let the mustang catch up before the next light, roll down my window, give him a shaka sign and tell him "that's a sweet ride!" He says the same back..
We both went our separate ways and I was left with Spotify's top choice of what I should listen to: Biba Dupont's -Silhouette, playing so peacefully in the background. I had to wonder, what just happened, where did this new immature me come from? What if I would have gotten a "racing" reckless driving ticket I had read about online so many times before.... What if I got busted and my insurance goes up? What if my wife says this Tesla thing was a bad idea, you should sell it... <insert horror!!!!!> What was I thinking? I should not have done that..
Four blocks north and five blocks east I pull up to another red light and yet another non perfected hold accelerator stutter combo naturally comes into play, but eventually I come to a stop. I glance over; it's a Dodge Charger Hellcat and I can see all this from the corner of my eye... I know he's looking... This time I'm ready... I confidently reach down and turn up spotify, flutes, trombones, big brass horns and wood instruments blare within my new found world, echoing off the glass roof and circling around to memories of when I was fifteen and drove my first stick.
And I wait for it to turn green...
First full day of driving my P3D today. Let me preface this with been driving over 30 years, only two speeding tickets....
So I am cruising the main drag in Salt Lake (locals call it State Street), pull up to the stop light, being a total noob, still learning how to slow smoothly with hold on etc... Up comes a beautiful red Mustang GT rumbling like a banshee. Pulls up next to me at the red light. I peek over out of the corner of my eye to see if the driver is looking back at me,: he isn't, or is he, almost like he is looking out of the corner of his eye too... Younger guy (upper 20's, by my guess) with an even younger passenger riding shotgun (who definitely was looking over). Light turns green, mustang takes off with that wonderful mustang sound as I am fiddling with my classical music (just got spotify going ya know..) Not normally a classic music guy (More Van Halen, if you're asking.) but wanted to crank it and see how many instruments I could hear on the new system (how could I not). Mustang screams down the road, oh... another red light. I come not so eloquently gliding up with a slight hold and accelerator stutter combo. This time I take my focus off spotify's top classical picks. I look over to my right, he's looking at me and I am looking at him. I haven't drag raced anyone in 20 years... I look away. Light turns green, mustang goes but with less fervor this time. I blip my accelerator and seemingly, instantly pop up to his side, he doesn't like this and mashes his gas with all his ponies roaring (wow, it sounds so good). I blip again from maybe 40% to 50%, I don't know, all this is new to me, but it feels about half power. I pass him.. He keeps pressing on and I blip again, easily keeping ahead until I coast (a little more smoothly this time) to the next light. At this point in time I am ashamedly feeling proud of myself and my victory, my pride likely unconsciously connected to my last victory over my little sister at tetherball (she was a foot shorter than me, I saw the opportunity and took it). But the story continues; I let the mustang catch up before the next light, roll down my window, give him a shaka sign and tell him "that's a sweet ride!" He says the same back..
We both went our separate ways and I was left with Spotify's top choice of what I should listen to: Biba Dupont's -Silhouette, playing so peacefully in the background. I had to wonder, what just happened, where did this new immature me come from? What if I would have gotten a "racing" reckless driving ticket I had read about online so many times before.... What if I got busted and my insurance goes up? What if my wife says this Tesla thing was a bad idea, you should sell it... <insert horror!!!!!> What was I thinking? I should not have done that..
Four blocks north and five blocks east I pull up to another red light and yet another non perfected hold accelerator stutter combo naturally comes into play, but eventually I come to a stop. I glance over; it's a Dodge Charger Hellcat and I can see all this from the corner of my eye... I know he's looking... This time I'm ready... I confidently reach down and turn up spotify, flutes, trombones, big brass horns and wood instruments blare within my new found world, echoing off the glass roof and circling around to memories of when I was fifteen and drove my first stick.
And I wait for it to turn green...
Had my M3LR for two years in July. I’m probably at least twenty years older than you. I’ve never dragged anyone but I’ve delightedly had a few rude drivers eat my dust. Definitely turns back my clock. My wife loves the car but not when my right foot gets a little heavy.
iwannam3
Active Member
Do take your Tesla to the local drag strip. Since every Tesla is under 14 seconds you will be required to wear a Snell approved helmet, not a MC DOT approved one. They usually have them for rent. No passengers on the track and no shorts, must have long pants. Our local track accepts only cash for some reason. You pay for an entry and a NHRA license good for a year. Fun to safely beat 5 liter Mustangs, BMWs, etc etc. You will get begrudging admiration for going so quick and silent from some motorheads. Look for test and tune or street racing on the schedule.
Wnix05
Member
Why do people have to get so testy? Can't we just say "be safe out there, folks"? We all know what is right and wrong with acceleration. Let the guy just tell his story
First day I had mine (just a 3 LR RWD), I'm heading up to work. There is this nice stretch of highway, usually no traffic. I'm sitting in the middle lane, doing the speed limit, knowing that the section of road almost always has 1-2 state troopers on it. A Charger comes up along side, and makes it obvious he wants to race. I look over, smile, turn my head back, and he takes off, I just keep going at the same speed. About 1/3 of a mile later, he blows past the police cruiser, and the lights turn on. I smiled and waved as I went by them. Score one for being a responsible adult
Zcd1
Active Member
Why do people have to get so testy? Can't we just say "be safe out there, folks"? We all know what is right and wrong with acceleration. Let the guy just tell his story
Nope, obviously some people feel the need to act as our "safekeepers". They must have nothing better to do, which is sad.
