Tesla drivers never smile

 

Generally, the number is sixteen to eighteen out of every twenty.

When I go out for walks, I tend to wave at the cars that drive by. This is especially true when the driver does something obviously kind, like sliding over to make sure they’ve given me space along the side of the road. It’s not just me saying hello, it’s a thank you for the thoughtfulness.

Turns out, driver’s wave back. Usually at that rate of eighty to ninety percent. Which, I feel, overall is a pretty solid number. Even makes me feel a bit better about the world, knowing that so many folks I haven’t met are saying hi back to me. Maybe there’s a bit of hope for the kindness of neighbors after all.

The crazy thing is, in all the miles I’ve walked, on roads and in neighborhoods and around parks in multiple states, I have never had a Tesla driver initiate or return a wave. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone driving a Tesla smile.

Is it something consistent to the personality of a Tesla driver or owner? Is there something in the vehicle’s handbook that says not to wave or smile? I know about the ducks and Jeeps. I’ve heard about horses and the buck buck Bronco. And, since we’re talking about waving, I even know about the Mini Cooper and the wave to friends. Am I just unaware of the subculture around Tesla’s that inspires cranky and self-absorbed behavior?

Are my experiences accurate enough to use as evidence for some other observations? (Let’s give it a try.)

Obviously, I’ll admit that I’m reaching in an attempt at humor. It is, in many ways, a potentially (and maybe even likely) unfair generalization to break out the cranky and self-absorbed descriptions for these folks. However, I began counting well after I noticed they weren’t waving. I remember the first tesla passing me and my thoughts: “Oh look. A Tesla. Hmm. No wave. That’s funny.” I saw it right at the start, but it was a while before we moved from funny to adding up the numbers. I’ve now had well over one hundred Teslas drive past me since I began counting, I’ve waved, and… nothing. No wave or smile or acknowledgement at all. And it isn’t isolated. This has been the norm in four different states.

As it continues, it sure feels as if I’m a sidenote to them. One of many random though steady elements in their life, there only to ignore and avoid. Sort of a non-playable character in their video game reality. I’m just there, and I or someone else always will be there, and there’s no real payoff or value to be found in investing time, energy or kindness in some type of acknowledgement of existence.

Friend of mine got a new car recently. We began discussing the car, and our conversation swirled off into decisions she made and thoughts she had. That did eventually lead us to hybrids and electric vehicles, which brought about charging stations. I shared my thoughts on the cranky and self-absorbed crowd, and she pointed right back at the charging stations. Her idea was that they have special places for their vehicles, set aside but quite notice-me prominent, and in her experience they tend to feel a bit of righteousness and privilege about it.

(Give that a second of consideration. It’s a deep thought with a lot of possibilities.)

Growing up, my sisters and I were friends with the kids of another family. As we got older, it became apparent during a variety of events and conversations that the other kids were using us as a benchmark of sorts. They judged their status and accomplishments based on how they believed they measured up against ours. Once I noticed it and shared it with my sisters, we not only thought it was hysterical but began seeing proof it had a lot of merit and wasn’t a simple joke. It’s always funny to see two teams being judged on results of a competition when only one of those teams is even aware there’s a competition taking place.

Perhaps that winner of a non-existent contest, with the prize being a special parking space in every rest area, provides some insight into the ideas I’m trying to make sense of. Perhaps Tesla owners are responding to some kind of self-awarded prestige that those of us that would never touch a Tesla can’t understand.

Perhaps.

I suppose it also could be some defect in the windshield and the Tesla drivers can’t see me. That could explain the wave, and at least provide a start for why they never smile. Must be some other reason for why they don’t wave or smile. Because you’d think the winner of a special prize for nothing would be happier.

 

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