Dad and I drove up to the Tesla dealership in Portland to pick up his Model 3. It was a fun roadtrip, and dad entertained me with his usual chatty banter as we headed up I-5 in the morning fog. The Tesla dealership was tucked away in a quirky location down a steep hill and across railroad tracks, but the garage was clean and painted with bold white and red colors. Eventually we handed over the check, got our key, and headed out to the car.
It took a few trys to figure out how to pair the phone with the car and where to press the key against the side of the car (below the camera, of course). The interior was a minimalist's dream, with no dashboard controls and just a touchscreen monitor, a few buttons on the wheel, and turn signals as a nod to tradition. We eventually figured out how to open the glovebox, play music from his phone, and how to switch driving mode from Performance to Chill (dad opted to keep it at Performance).
Soon we were off to lunch, carefully driving through Portland construction until we had a pizza and chatted a little more before returning to the dealership to pick up my car and part ways.