stepping off the edge

A bit about our ride, the “evil Tesla” as Mrs T calls it. Oddly enough, it always seems to be thwarting/out thinking her. The auto doors close when she wants them open, and, as you might guess, open when she prefers them closed. The auto shift is still a mystery to her and getting it to go where she wants it to is always subject to criticism.

I, on the other hand, am truly in love. While I have been unceremoniously banned from using full self driving (this, after an IBS inducing drive to Chico several months ago) I do enjoy the lane following cruse control. Putting the signal on and having it smoothly change lanes… what a thrill, despite the sidelong glances from my faithful navigator. But the real angst is the potential for the Elon haters to attack us. Villagers with torches and pitchforks. Angry hordes, keys at the ready to do whatever damage they can to inflict pain on a nearly trillionaire as if with every scrape, every torched charger he somehow feels the pain like an electric voodoo doll.

I couldn’t care less… this in keeping with my glass half full/no worries/whatever personality. Has this brought pain and suffering in the past? Certainly. Has it afforded me many hours of spacing out in bliss, believing that everything is just fine despite the water rising around my knees? Yes.

I have amassed a great collection of adaptors, cables, and road aids for this trip. I take great joy in finding obscure charging facilities in strange places. But enough of the evil machine, except to say Mrs. T has adorned the rear license plate with a frame that says, “love this car but hate Elon.”

Well, our first night in Tehachapi. Nondescript hotel, and there will be plenty in the coming months. Dinner at the Prime restaurant. Me thinking it was time for a rib eye steak, surprised to find it was an Indian restaurant. Our waiter, a natural born salesman. He coerced us into ordering way too much food, which is not a stretch with me ever. I am the king of filling the table with various interesting dishes regardless of what the theme of the establishment may be. In this case it was glorious food, which we had enough for another full dinner but more of that later.

A quick aside. My form on these trips is to keep a note pad with me at all times to write down these “brilliant nuggets” you read here. Yesterday I wrote down the phrase, “Mrs. T having none of that.”

Think back on the Seinfeld episode where Jerry writes down a note in the middle of the night as an idea for a joke. The next day he had no idea what it meant. Correct, I still do not know what lovely bon mot I was coming up with… oh well.

We religiously engage in a word game every morning called Connections from the NY Times. Interesting, and Mrs. T thoroughly enjoys it. What she does not enjoy is my staying around after we solve the puzzle to “help” her with the other word games she does. It drives her mad when I just blurt out possible answers, always wrong. I would due well to let you know that one of the main reasons she edits these posts is that I am incapable of spelling anything correctly. See below.

At the recomendation of John, you rememer him, we had breakfast at Kelcy’s on our way out of Tehachapi. A first class local diner. The Google pics featured chicken and waffles, my kriptonite, well that and chicken fried steak and eggs. Sadly, they did not offer this delicacy. The biscuits and gravy were also highly recommended. I will simply say life is too short for bad biscuits and gravy. Not good. But, some of the finest pancakes I have ever had. Clearly gravy man was off that day to be replaced by the pancake king.

Finally, the sweeping views of Tehachapi… massive fields of wind generators. It is a sight to see…