A clay-colored Tesla Steering Wheel brings you back to the joy of childhood

This thing before you, this Tesla Steering Wheel, it wasn’t a wheel, not in the way a man knows a wheel, Things that go with the seasons and the cycle of life
A warm and living color stretched thin and tight over a frame of cold, silent metal that knew nothing of the sun or the dirt. And then you saw its grip, not the hard rubber of your father’s old truck, polished smooth by toil and sweat, but a kind of leather promising comfort without memory, a strange quality for a Tesla Steering Wheel.

And on its arms, on the arms of this Tesla Steering Wheel, the little marks, the signs and portents of this new and breathless modern time returns, a circle of seasons and of life itself. No, this was a yoke. This Tesla Steering Wheel was a yoke shorn of its beast, a thing open to the heavens as if awaiting a judgment or maybe just mocking the very idea of completion.
It held the color of clay, that old red earth baked and cracked under a hundred years of sun, a warm and living color stretched thin and tight over a frame of cold, silent metal.

This was the first impression of the Tesla Steering Wheel, a coldness from the future cloaked in the colors of the past.