I said I’d never have a streak. The car got two.

A while back I wrote that I’d probably never have a streak, because I take over too often for one to ever run. Turns out I was wrong twice in two weeks. Heading down on the seventh, north of Birmingham in the rain, the screen threw confetti at me. 250 miles without a takeover. Then coming home on the nineteenth, up around Cullman, it did the same thing again. Same number, same confetti. I had the World Cup final playing on the screen at the time, which felt about right for the day. Here’s what I actually took from it, though, and it’s not what I expected. The streak isn’t a measure of how well I supervise. It’s a measure of how much of the trip was interstate. Long highway miles are exactly where this car is at its best, and 250 of them in a row on I-65 is not the same accomplishment as 250 around Kansas City would be. Not even close. I’ll take it anyway. If you are shopping for one, my referral link gets you three free months of FSD.