On the first Sunday of spring, surrounded by row houses and magnolia trees, I came to a horrifying realization: My mom was right. I had been flipped off at least 17 times, called a 'motherfucker' (in both English and Spanish), and a 'fucking dork.' A woman in a blue sweater stared at me, sighed, and said, 'You should be ashamed of yourself.' All of this because I was driving a Tesla Cybertruck. I had told my mom about my plan to rent this thing and drive it around Washington, D.C., for a day'a journalistic experiment to understand what it's like behind the wheel of America's most hated car. 'Wow. Be careful,' she texted back right away. Both of us had read the stories of Cybertrucks possibly being set on fire, bombed with a Molotov cocktail, and vandalized in every way imaginable. People have targeted the car'and Tesla as a whole'to protest Elon Musk's role in Donald Trump's administration. But out of sheer masochism, or stupidity, I still went ahead and spent a day driving one. As...
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