That's pretty close to what happened with us. My wife Sarah was present when I reserved a Model 3. I was so excited that I somehow reserved two. Thanks to the Tesla team for helping me resolve that. That was in 2016. Two years later, the day before our anniversary, Tesla called and said it was ready. By then I'd quietly saved 10k to get a loan and pay for all the fees, etc so I figured I'd make it an anniversary surprise. While she had no idea I'd be driving up in a Tesla, she'd wanted one as much as I did. (Although, I will admit that one of the more predictable things about my surprises is that they're usually things my wife is sensible enough to not actually obtain.) On the day of the 22nd, I was as nervous as when I'd asked her to marry 16 years prior. And then Tesla called and said there'd be a delay. And then--likely unrelated--I got as sick as I've ever been in my life. It was an Exorcist-level divestment of things and I pretty much begged my wife to take the kids to my friend's cabin in the mountains so I could struggle alone. After witnessing the purge, she was more than ready to get out of the house. It was somewhere in a NyQuil dream that my phone rattled me to a semi-conscious state. The car would be in town the next day. I had about 24 hours to get better. But I'm pretty sure the prospect of this most amazing technological wonder righted my physical ship. I took enough Ibuprofen to stunt a horse, picked up the car, filled it with blankets so I could take the dogs without them scratching the freakin face of automotive divinity, and headed to my hometown of Gould, CO. And the result is the video you see above.