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Good Disruption

I am very far from a car enthusiast and have no desire for novelty when it comes to car. Its always the safe, boring and reliable Japanese auto for me without the technology bells and whistles. We went car shopping recently and its been a long time. At a traditional dealer not much had changed. It was still some rookie sales guy trying to pitch what little he knew about the car we were interested in, running back and forth between us and his boss in the back room to work up the numbers. We did not like any iteration of said numbers and left. It was a weeknight and the place felt dreary - the number of sales people vastly outnumbered the number of car shoppers - the parking lot was full to the brim with cars that they were hoping to sell. 

I am not a Tesla fan, have never test driven any of their cars. A friend of ours has a vivid blue Tesla with the gullwings. I recall feeling particularly awkward when they picked me up in that car outside my hotel one time I was in their town for work. It felt highly dramatic and quite excessive. I was glad to be inside and not making a spectacle on a busy street - that is simply not my kind of car. The drive to their home was very pleasant - I had no reason to dislike the car at all. That was my one and only encounter with Tesla this far.

So that evening after our disappointment with the car dealership, we went to the Tesla showroom down the street. The experience was remarkably not like the car-shopping as we know it. It felt like visiting the Apple store to pick up a new phone. The customer experience alone felt so refreshing, that I would consider buying the car despite my desire for safe, old, boring and such. The numbers were significantly more competitive. The side and by side experience got me thinking about what good disruption looks like for customers. It makes me read stories about Tesla's woes in very different light. 

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