REDD, the name for our new Tesla Model Y (Standard Range ’26 build, ’27 model), was inspired by the movie of the same name – Retired, Extremely Dangerous Drivers (the wife and I, of course). As mentioned previously, there is nothing wrong with our beloved 2019 Model 3. It is our bodies that are aging and less able to get in and out of our beloved little sporty Tess. So it was with mixed feelings that we arrived at the Tesla delivery centre to pick up the new car.
As always, it was a hive of activity, with deliveries taking place all around us. Quite a contrast to 7 years ago when Tesla was operating out of one cramped delivery spot near the centre of Brisbane, and the handover took less than 3 minutes. This time there were plenty of sales representatives spending their time and making sure we knew what we were doing.
On arrival, we walked past a line consisting of ICE cars being surrendered as trade-ins for an electric. As we left, a car carrier was unloading half a dozen new Model Ys. All in all, a smooth operation. While Majella was getting her phone synced and lots of information from the sales rep, I had a wander around.
The delivery centre is divided in two by a screen. On our side of the screen, I could see at least 60 new cars anxiously awaiting their new owners — like puppies at the pound, I thought. I wasn’t allowed behind the curtain where cars were being detailed and prepped.
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