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Would I give it back? The thought has just crossed my mind. I’ll have been driving the Tesla Model 3 for a week tomorrow - and the buying small-print states that if you didn’t get a test drive but bought one anyway you can always give it back within a thousand miles or a week of purchase for a full refund (whichever comes first).

There’s a slight impracticality to this thought. We’re approximately a thousand miles from home in a village in the Alsace surrounded by vineyards, picturesque villages and cycle routes that twist over mountains and through forests. Taking that break we promised ourselves.

Alsace vineyards

It turns out that driving the Tesla is good. And it’s easy to go a long way. Hop onto the overnight Hull ferry, charge up in a northern French town and head south. Have lunch in Reims. Plug the car in whilst you munch baguettes and drink coffee. A leg stretch in Nancy for a 10 minute charge and you’re back on your way south of Strasbourg. Pull into a small farm with gîtes and settle in for the week.

I’m not really a new car, cutting edge technology kind of a person, so the Tesla is a surprise. I bought it because it was electric. But it turns out that it’s easy. And quick. It glides forward and you instantly forget about gears. This is all about acceleration - you want to be there? You will be. 

It’s comfortable. Change the climate controls from the giant iPad. In fact, change just about everything from the giant iPad. It’s very simple, self-explanatory and intuitive. There’s nothing superfluous, nothing fussy. I like (and I hate to admit this), I like sitting in it. Even as a passenger the ride is stable, grounded. It feels good.

We’ve glided down the motorway, made the most of the motorway tolls (which have cost about the same as our Supercharging bill would be). Ended up in a nice place to cycle round the countryside - where it’s noticeable just how filthy petrol and diesel cars are. I’d not reckoned with the relief of realising that we’re not filling the air with soot and half-burnt hydrocarbons any more. 

And now we’re a thousand miles from home and couldn’t give it back if we wanted to, I’m happy. No going back.


By Beate Kubitz at 13 Oct 2019, 00:00 AM