I had just crossed into Oregon and I was close to hitting 100,000 miles on my Model 3. I was so ecstatic that I could hardly contain myself. I was going to be the first to reach the milestone, and even though hitting it felt like being the worlds tallest midget, I looked at the odometer with pride. “First in the world.” I kept thinking to myself. I was about to make world history. As I drove down the coast, I couldn’t think of a better place to hit this milestone. Everything surrounding me was absolutely majestic and I watched the miles tick up, closer and closer to the number, as the crisp air filled my lungs.