Around the U.S. in 68 Days: Diary of a Road-Tripping Tesla Mom

BURBANK, CA- With full camping gear, stocked Yeti cooler in the frunk, and a surprisingly luxurious bed in the back, we are ready for our ‘Zero Emissions Road Trip.’

It’s me, my feisty, sweet 7-year-old Abbey, and my other baby, a silver Tesla Model S we call Vivienne. The only requirement of the next two months: We must be in Texas in exactly one week for my little sister’s wedding.

The tour will be powered by free supercharging. My 60kWh battery has just under 200 miles of range and takes approximately 45 minutes to charge, perfect for testing Tesla’s U.S. charging infrastructure. If my little battery can make it across the country, the higher-range Teslas should have no problem.

Abbey is enjoying the drive so far, playing princess dress-up on her iPad. Hands-free, we call my 87-year-old tech-savvy grandmother to announce the trip. She is understandably concerned. I describe the hot pink pepper spray keychain I bought for protection, “And if we get lost, we are better off with satellite navigation than a man who won’t ask for directions. Don’t you think?”

She laughs, knowing nothing will stop me. I’ve always wanted to do this, and after the most recent episode of my perpetually disastrous love life, I’m more motivated than ever to start something new.

“Mom, are we on Mars?” Abbey asks sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

“No hun, still on Earth. This is Arizona. See?”

I pinch the 17-inch touchscreen in the dash, scaling out the map to show L.A. in relation to where we are now. Red rock, cactus. Silence. Even the rain is peaceful here, edging off the heat. I explain that Sedona is a spiritual place, a chakra of the Earth. She is more impressed that the ice cream cones have sprinkles.

We see a storefront across Main Street called ‘the Crystal Vortex” with neon “PSYCHIC READER” written across the front. We wander in, absorbing sparkly gemstones, mystical figurines, mandalas, and aromatic candles. I notice two teenagers trying on mood rings.

“How do you know what the colors mean?” I ask the round-eyed young man with brown skin and perfect eyelashes.

“Oh, here’s the code,” he responds pointing to the cardboard insert.

“What a perfect thing to buy in Sedona.”

“Right?!” The girl beamed as I joined them, trying the colorful bands on different fingers. We were all in the cobalt blue mood, “Relaxed.”

Before getting back on the road, we visit Slide Rock Park. As we walk down the trail to the swimming hole, we see a sign that says “Be kind to unkind people, they need it the most.” Abbey runs ahead and I marvel at her tiny frame compared to the grand mountains to her left and right. She swims joyfully in the crisp water of Oak Creek, surrounded by majestic rock formations and a larger than expected crowd. We sit together holding hands, connected to each other and the earth. Our feet gently move through the water in figure eight. I notice my nail polish is chipped but it doesn’t bother me. One moment could feel like an eternity in this state of peace and warmth… and I am savoring it.

Live from the tow truck in Gallup, NM. Good news is Vivienne is fine. Bad news- this puts us five hours behind schedule. I pulled into Hampton Inn at 7 p.m. The battered marquee read “Welcome Tesla Cars.”

There are only four chargers, the smallest supercharger stop I’ve ever seen. I pushed the button on the plug but the charge port door didn’t open. Opened with the car controls, plugged in and nada. Tried all 4 chargers and nada. No power. This is very unusual. Called Tesla. They offered to tow me west to Holbrook AZ, the charger I just came from! After I explained, Tesla offered a complimentary tow to Albuquerque, the next Supercharger on our route. Over 140 miles!

By the time our tow arrived, it was 11 p.m. I asked if we could sleep in the Tesla on the way, but apparently, that’s “against the law” and “extremely dangerous.” Once on the road, Abbey asked the driver, “Hey, mister, can I steer the truck?” We had a hearty laugh. The friendly young driver explained that he had taken longer than expected because one of the trucks broke down.

“Nothing works here,” he said. I had to agree.

“I went in Hampton Inn to get ice for my cooler and even the ice machine was out of order!”

He laughed and nodded, “Yep, that’s Gallup.”

“Why was the Supercharger down though?” I wondered aloud. He wasn’t sure either.

“Must have something to do with the lightning.”

It was definitely working earlier in the day, he was certain of that. Still having fun but this little snag has me sweating time.

Hours are long on the road, even in a Tesla. I’ve crossed three state lines while keeping a 7-year-old entertained. I swear if I hear another Taylor Swift song… “Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom! MOM!”

“What Abbey!?”

“How many pandas are in China?”

“A lot.”

“But HOW MANY??”

With a long stretch between chargers, and an eye on my range, I’m learning I use less battery on cruise control. I’m also learning it feels insane to drive 50 mph on an empty two-lane highway in the middle of nowhere… but if that’s what I have to do to get from Childress to Ardmore, that’s what I’ll do. In some remote areas, I lost all cell reception, yet this computer I’m driving still had premium connectivity, satellite-view maps and music streaming.

“Welcome to Texas! Drive friendly, ya’ll!”

We are three hours north of the venue. The wedding is tomorrow evening. Blood pressure returning to normal. Upon our arrival last night, I parked, ran to the pool, and jumped in fully clothed. Yep, being in a car two days straight will do funny things to a person.

Alert from Vivienne: Low tire pressure!! Turns out, there’s a screw in her tire. Seriously? I just have to laugh.

The thing about being on the road, it’s moment to moment. You never know what will happen next. So much living packed into short periods of time. And THIS is why I love it. It keeps me present. The timing of this screw debacle is unfortunate. But as long as I get it fixed tonight or in the morning, we’re good.

Barely made it to Lake Conroe for Eden’s wedding! Twenty minutes late, parked in a NOT legal spot, ran inside just in time for the vows! Abbey met her cousins, Amelia and Scarlet, for the first time. I had the honor of giving the bride’s toast. To top it all off, guess who caught the bouquet? I even got a pic of the newlyweds in front of Vivienne.

Like many families, mine is spread out all over the country. We stay informed on each other’s lives primarily through social media, so I had only seen photos of my new brother-in-law, never actually met him. My sister, Eden, has been a single mother like myself for most of my young niece Scarlet’s life. Being a protective older sister (and a jaded California girl) I asked my step-dad,

“You checked him?”

He assured me, “He is one of the good ones. Eden has never been happier.” Another family member overheard, and chimed in, “I was wary too, at first, but that ended when I heard how he proposed.” A year ago, Mike had returned from an out-of-town work trip, and on one knee with a ring, he asked my sister to marry him. He also bought another little ring and proposed to Scarlet that day too.

Good Morning, Houston. I wake up in the driver’s seat holding a wilted bridal bouquet. Check the rearview to see Abbey asleep in the back and still lamenting the rogue screw that could have ruined everything. It’s the day after the wedding and we are plugged in at the Service Center.

OK, I confess. I drove from Dallas to Houston with a screw in my tire. Risky, I know. But the tire guy up north said he could fix it… after a four-hour wait. There was no time! So, he filled my leaky tire, wished me luck, and sent me on my way. Crossing my fingers, I drove, determined to make it to the wedding.

Tesla Service is offering to sell me an expensive new tire. No thanks, Tesla… but I will help myself to a complimentary coffee and catch up on the news in your lovely waiting room. Then I’ll take it to America’s Best tire chain who repairs these slow leaks for free.

With Vivienne in tip-top shape, four good tires, a wedding attended, and no more time constraints, the next phase of our road trip adventure begins. The Big Easy is only five hours away and our boutique hotel is booked. Now if we can just make it through this storm…

Stay tuned for the next installment.


5 thoughts on “Around the U.S. in 68 Days: Diary of a Road-Tripping Tesla Mom

  • September 6, 2019 at 10:37 AM

    Just make sure Abbey sits in the front seat if you absolutely must drive her in the TESLA death trap. The electro-magnetic fields eminating from that very powerful TESLA motor under the rear seat are a lot weaker in the front seats.

    You should really get something safer for Abbey, like a big Benz. You’re about 20,000% more likely to die in a crash in a big TESLA than in a big Benz, but that’s still the good news compared to what the bad news is.

    CANCER, ain’t it a bich,
    TESLA, what a bichin ride!

  • Tiffani Van Ee
    June 28, 2019 at 4:18 AM

    such interesting story. I didn’t think an electric car would make it or how but maybe not so impossible!

  • March 6, 2019 at 3:51 PM

    I have already had the opportunity to congratulate you on the inspiring and challenging journey, but I would like to congratulate you again on the text and your story.

  • March 6, 2019 at 3:51 PM

    Love this!!! I feel inspired. I haven’t been much of a Tesla fan, but this may just change my mind. Looking forward to the next installments.

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