Still staring at my Model S, I knew it was time to Sell My Tesla. A dealership drama did not appeal to me. Not lowballs. There are no odd games for documentation. And most definitely, over night as a salesman was trying to convince me, my affordable Tesla car dropped forty percent of its value. I turned away from the vendor then.
I got right began. took a long inhale. I then looked at it. And, to be honest, cleaned it rather extensively. Inside and outside, frunk, glovebox, even door jam. That car shone like it was headed toward prom. Never undervalue shine, it speaks louder than anything your description will ever be able to.
I took some really good pictures. Natural light, quiet background, no mirror image of me in my jammies. I addressed every aspect profile, dash screen, mileage, wheels, rearview, even trunk. Add a picture of the cell charger curled elegantly like spaghetti? immediate additional points.
And then arrived the description. Poetry and stupidity are absent here. solely truths. model year of years. Mileage: qualities. FSD: consult it. Two wheels, and a curbs rash? Say of it. People respect honesty beyond mere fluff. List like you text your friends, and you’ll find someone sooner.
We next finished a bill of sales, signed over the title, and I erased my Tesla account from the car. As butter, so smooth it is. Selling without a dealer was like removing the middle slice of stale bread. Along with the value and the control, I kept most basic sanity. There are no demands for pushing. Negotiating about imaginary problems is not done. Real people, real money, real simple.
Oh, and the last customer mentioned my photographs sold him before the first message. So avoid cutting those back on either.