My 2023 Tesla Model 3 RWD, Part 2: How One Tesla Won Over Three Family Generations

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Last week, I left off standing in a Tesla delivery center, having completed the easiest car purchase of my life. What had started as a carefully planned order for a Radiant Red Chevrolet Bolt EUV Premier had suddenly turned into a Pearl White 2023 Tesla Model 3 Rear-Wheel Drive, thanks to expiring Oregon rebate money, a disappearing supply of Bolts, and a very understanding wife.

So there I was, key cards in hand, sitting in my brand-new Tesla for the first time.

And now I had to figure out how to drive the thing.

Thankfully, the basic controls in the Model 3 were very familiar. The gear selector and turn signal stalk were in the same places as they were in our Mercedes ML350, which made the car feel less intimidating than I expected. That wasn’t a total coincidence. Early Teslas famously borrowed some Mercedes switchgear, and while the Model 3’s interior was radically different from the ML’s in almost every other way, the actual act of putting it in drive and using the turn signals felt completely normal.

That was in stark contrast to my first real exposure to a Tesla, which had happened about six months earlier when my aunt and uncle bought a brand-new 2022 Model S. This was the refreshed version with the yoke steering wheel, no turn signal stalks, and no traditional gear selector. On that car, the turn signals were buttons on the steering wheel, and the gear selector lived on the center screen. I remember sitting in it for about twenty minutes, poking around and trying to build up enough confidence to actually drive the thing.

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My aunt’s Model S. A pretty nice Tesla introduction…. but complicated!

At some point I remember thinking, “This must be what older people feel like when they use a computer.”

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Model S. A little intimidating.

The Model 3, by comparison, felt familiar and simple. Yes, almost everything ran through the touchscreen, but the interface was clean, fast, and intuitive. For my techie brain, learning the menus and settings wasn’t annoying; it was fun. It felt less like figuring out a complicated car and more like setting up a new gadget.

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The Model 3 was traditional enough that the learning curve was small.

Then I pulled out onto the road and immediately fell in love with the speed.

Even though I had bought the slowest Tesla they made, it was still radically quicker than the somewhat pokey Volt. The Volt was smooth, efficient, and clever, but nobody was ever going to accuse it of being fast. The Model 3 was different. The instant response, the silent acceleration, and the effortless surge of power made it feel like a completely different class of vehicle.

I also used basic Autopilot for the first time, and that was its own revelation. I knew, intellectually, that it could steer, accelerate, and brake within its lane, but experiencing it for the first time was still amazing. It wasn’t full self-driving, and I certainly didn’t treat it that way, but even basic Autopilot made the car feel shockingly advanced.

After years of reading about EVs, driving EVs, leasing EVs, and trying to convince everyone around me that EVs were the future, I was finally driving something that actually felt like the future.

Back at home, Wesley immediately fell in love with the Tesla. He was two years old, which meant that a car with a giant touchscreen, funny sounds, hidden storage compartments, and a glass roof was basically the greatest playground ever invented. He spent a lot of time crawling around inside it, climbing between the seats, opening every compartment he could find, and poking at the touchscreen while I tried to make sure he didn’t accidentally change something important.

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A great playground.

As a family vehicle, the Model 3 also turned out to be shockingly practical. On paper, it occupied roughly the same general footprint as the Volt, but the packaging was dramatically better. Since there wasn’t a gasoline engine taking up space under the hood, the frunk provided valuable extra storage for smaller items. More importantly, because the battery was packaged under the floor instead of running through the middle of the cabin like the Volt’s T-shaped pack, the interior felt far more open and usable.

The trunk was in another class entirely. Between the large trunk opening, the deep cargo area, and the underfloor storage, the Model 3 swallowed up anything we needed for normal family trips without complaint. Strollers, diaper bags, groceries, overnight bags, random toddler equipment—it all fit. The Volt had always felt like a clever car working around packaging compromises. The Tesla felt like an EV that had been designed as an EV from the beginning.

Speaking of the Volt, it took a couple of weeks to find the right buyer, but eventually it went to a retiring lawyer in Portland who was absolutely ecstatic to have it. I was happy it was going to someone who understood what made the car special. Even better, I sold it for about $17,000 after buying it three years earlier from CarMax for around $14,500.

That still feels ridiculous to type.

For three years, I had driven a comfortable, reliable, highly efficient plug-in hybrid, put tens of thousands of miles on it, and then sold it for more than I paid. The COVID-era used car market was a strange and wonderful thing if you happened to already own the right car at the right time. In my case, it helped make the entire Tesla deal work.

The other pieces eventually fell into place too. I did receive both the $7,500 federal tax credit and the $7,500 Oregon rebate, just as I had hoped. Of course, “just as I had hoped” does not mean I was completely relaxed while waiting for them. When the final rebate arrived, an enormous sense of relief came over me. The math had worked. The gamble had paid off.

About a month after buying the Tesla, I officially began my new role as Director of Technology for Tillamook School District 9. It was exciting, intimidating, and deeply rewarding. After years of working toward the position, I was finally responsible for the district’s technology department.

I wanted to move things forward, but I also wanted to respect what my predecessor, Chas, had built. He had spent years laying a solid foundation, and my goal wasn’t to tear it apart—it was to build on it.

Around the same time, another important chapter came to an end. After nearly fifteen years, I closed Schild Computer Services. That little side business had helped me pay off debt, buy cars, remodel houses, and build the financial stability that made many of these larger life changes possible. But with a more demanding job and a young family at home, it was finally time to stop juggling three careers. Scaling back to two felt like the right decision.

Then, about four months after buying the Tesla, we had the unexpected opportunity to buy my dream house.

I had known the owners my entire life, and for years I had told Courtney, “If they ever move, I want to buy their house.” It sat on a quiet cul-de-sac in the warmest part of town, with an acre of land, a creek running through the backyard, and all the space we could imagine for raising a family.

Courtney and I have also been intentional about limiting screen time and encouraging our kids to do old-fashioned playtime outside. Thankfully, Wesley already loved being outside, and this house seemed perfect for exploring, riding, digging, splashing, and just being a kid.

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Room to roam. Where a kid can be a kid.

We loved our home in Netarts, but the weather was harsher and the yard had become too small. Wesley couldn’t even turn his Power Wheels tractor around without making a three-point turn.

When we learned the owners were moving, we toured the house.

And to the shock of everyone who has read this series, Courtney fell in love with it immediately.

We had an accepted offer before it officially hit the market, and our Netarts house sold in just four days. It still feels miraculous, especially since a brand-new house behind ours sat unsold for six months and ultimately needed a six-figure price reduction.

Somehow, in the span of a few months, I had bought a brand-new Tesla, started my dream job, shut down a business I had run for nearly half my life, and bought the house I had wanted for years.

It was a lot.

The Tesla fit into our lives almost flawlessly. It quickly became our go-to car for nearly everything, and because we owned it outright, I never worried about how many miles we were putting on it. As I write this, it is just over three years old and has a little under 42,000 miles on it, which is a record for me. No car I have owned has ever accumulated miles in our family quite this quickly.

This past year, it also served an important role that I never would have expected.

In September, my dad experienced a terrifying medical emergency while driving his 2015 Ford F-150 on Highway 6. Without warning, while driving along at about 60 MPH in his 2015 Ford F150, he passed out behind the wheel. Thankfully, his wife was in the passenger seat; grabbed the steering wheel, kept the truck on the road, climbed over the center console, and brought it safely to a stop.

Even more frightening, Wesley was in the back seat.

What followed were months of MRIs, CT scans, cardiology appointments, and countless other tests. Although doctors never formally prohibited him from driving, our family did.

Losing that independence was hard for my dad, so we came up with a compromise. By then my Tesla had Full Self-Driving, and I loaned it to him with one rule: if he went anywhere, FSD did the driving. While he had my Tesla, I drove his 2015 Mercedes-Benz C300 4MATIC. It was a fine luxury sedan, but after living with an EV, it felt surprisingly dated.

The arrangement worked remarkably well. My dad still supervised the car at all times, but on local roads and highways, FSD handled much of the driving and gave the entire family far more peace of mind than we otherwise would have had.

It also turned my dad into a Tesla owner. Not long after returning my Model 3, he bought the first brand-new car of his life: a 2026 Model Y.

Eventually, doctors concluded that dehydration had most likely caused the episode, a tremendous relief for all of us. Looking back, though, my Model 3 ended up serving a purpose I never imagined when I ordered it. For a few months, it gave my dad back a measure of independence while helping the rest of us sleep a little easier.

Three years and 42,000 miles later, the Model 3 is still sitting in my driveway. That alone makes it unusual in my automotive history. I have owned a lot of cars, and as this series has probably made painfully clear, I am very good at talking myself into the next thing. But the Tesla has stuck around because it simply works.

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It also helps that, unlike every other car I have owned, the Tesla has actually gotten better as it has aged. Through software updates, it has gained features, improved existing ones, and continued to feel fresh in a way no traditional car ever really has for me. For someone who likes both cars and technology, that has gone a long way toward keeping me interested.

It is fast, efficient, practical, cheap to run, and still feels special every time I drive it. It has become one of those rare cars that fits into our life so well that replacing it feels almost impossible to justify.

Of course, no car story in our family stays settled forever.

In October of 2024, our amazing second son, Jonah James, joined our family. The Mercedes ML350 had been exactly what we needed when Wesley was born, but with two kids, two car seats, and an ever-growing pile of kid gear, the lack of a third row started to feel like a real limitation.

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The Tesla bringing home our most precious cargo from Tillamook Regional Medical Center.

So, next time, we outgrow the German tank and move on to something bigger.

 

Opening photo; The Tesla as it literally sits today with 41,702 miles, outside a home we are staying at in Central Oregon for vacation. It happily transported our family of four and our belongings here with no charging stops.