They are supposed to bring my car to me Monday or Tuesday. Since I'm 4 hours from the nearest dealership in St. Louis, they deliver it to my door on a trailer.
I spent the weekend, 20 full hours, installing my "high power wall charger" delivering 80 amps of Arkansas-made nuclear-made power to keep my baby topped up on extra good, premium grade nuclear electricity.(For those who don't know, most houses in America run on 100 amps, so I've just added a second house to my grid.)
Hardest. Work. I've. Ever.Done!
I had to take aspirin tonight to placate my throbbing 60-year-old muscles. Yes. I still have muscles. Throbbing ones.
But, hire an electrician to do this job in 4 hours? No way! So what if it took 2 full days, plus, and a little blood (I banged my head on floor joists about 5 times). I've pulled 3 wires, each the size of a finger, through 90 feet of conduit. I've pounded my way through a 20 inch thick foundation and feed all that conduit and wire through, then crawled through low crawl space to bring it all to a breaker box above 3 inches of water (we've had so much rain our basement is currently flooded).
Yes, I stood in 3 inches of water and connected the wires to a 100 amp circuit breaker.
Lucky to have survived this? Perhaps. But it's a man thing. I feel like the Hulk tonight.
I saw my insurance agent Friday to get it covered. He punched around in his computer a while then said, "Who makes the Tesla?" I said, "Tesla makes the Tesla." He said, "Oh." He'd never heard of it.
He called the insurance home office. They'd never heard of a Tesla either, but were happy to insure it, for $92/month which I found amazingly cheap.
Then he gave them the price. It came in exactly $30 below the level above which they will not insure a car. So it's insured. Barely.
Yes, Innkeep, I've heard of the "Tesla smile". I'll let you know!.
