Lord, give me the confidence of a mediocre white man whose “indestructible” car would lose in a fight with a mop but who still believes he will be king of Mars
right, but he's the protagonist, see, which means in a few years something magical will happen to bring him to the next story beat! figuring out the 'how' is a job for the universe, not him
/s
I miss my late father (who was an engineer in the auto industry because when you were a working class Boomer kid on Detroit, that was your middle class dream job) deeply, but I can feel him cackling with delight from heaven every time this dude fucks up basic shit, which is a true gift. Thanks Elon?
