In typical Louisiana fashion, yesterday I ran through Mandeville without a shirt, this morning I was bundled up. It was 46 degrees outside, but felt like 40. As I turned the corner, fixing my hat, the man, the myth, the legend, Moby, arrived to join me.
The only thing that could warm up this workout, was Moby’s unbridled passion for the new Tesla self-driving technology. He didn’t just mention the cars; he delivered a full-blown keynote presentation praising the software with such fervor that I’m half-convinced he’s been secretly moonlighting as an Elon Musk brand ambassador or has dumped his entire life savings into TESLA stock.
The sermon centered on his vision for the future: a “Driving Miss Daisy” retirement where he can cruise the bayou without ever touching a steering wheel. According to Moby, the technology isn’t just a luxury; it is his inevitable destiny for old age, allowing him to be chauffeured around while he presumably continues to rave about battery efficiency. If the cars are half as tireless as Moby was in his sales pitch this morning, we’re all in for a very automated—and very vocal—future. There was a workout this Friday morning, however, all I can remember is the sales pitch for the new TESLA. Jose10K out
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