It’s not a standard Model S.” Puzzled, Rollins radioed the station, and within moments, the response crackled back: the vehicle was registered to Elon Reeve Musk, CEO of Tesla, with a custom plate reading “2MARS.” The officers froze, their laughter fading as the reality sank in.
Musk removed his sunglasses, looked Rollins in the eye, and said, “I get the joke, officer. Happens when you’re me. Name’s real—check my face if you need to.”
A quick glance at Musk’s features—familiar from countless news clips—and a cross-reference with the DMV confirmed his identity. Rollins, visibly stunned, stammered, “You’re… you’re the Elon Musk?” Tran, equally shocked, dropped her notepad, muttering, “Oh my God, we just roasted the richest guy alive.”
Musk chuckled, breaking the tension. “Don’t worry, I’ve been called worse. Just trying to get to the factory—long night with the Cybercab prototype. Still running lab diagnostics on some battery issues.” The officers, now apologetic, realized the car’s custom features—autonomous driving tech and a reinforced chassis—aligned with Musk’s innovations. Rollins, regaining composure, said, “Sir, I… uh, I’m sorry. We didn’t know. Speeding’s still speeding, but maybe we can let it slide with a warning?”
🧾 The Aftermath and Reflection. Musk, ever the showman, waved it off. “Warning’s fine. Maybe add a note—tell your chief I’m testing FSD [Full Self-Driving] software. Could use some Austin PD feedback.”
He handed Rollins a business card with a SpaceX logo, inviting the officer to tour the Gigafactory. Rollins, still processing, accepted, while Tran snapped a photo—later posted on X with the caption, “Pulled over a legend today. Lesson learned: don’t judge a book by its hoodie.”
