Florence Snyder
If only the Legislature could get it up as fast as a car made by Elon Musk.
“Holy s$#@, where’s my heart monitor?!” said Tallahassee Magazine Editor Rosanne Dunkelberger, a full ten minutes after our test drive ended.
In the driver’s seat was Orlando-based Tesla representative Kevin Leyva. His mother can be very proud of him. Leyva surely could tell by looking that his passengers were not “in the demographic;” he spoke slowly and used small words so as not to make us feel stupid as he explained why the car had no transmission, no gears, and an engine that looks like an empty trunk.
No words were necessary — or even possible — as Leyva took us 1.2 miles from the Hotel Formerly Known as the Prince Murat to the Whole Foods Plaza in the nanosecond it takes for the P85D to accelerate from zero to the mode Tesla calls “insane.”
This is not a car for the old, the poor, or the faint of heart.
But it’s pretty darn perfect for a chauffeured Saturday morning joyride on a near-deserted Thomasville Road.
