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@teslarati: Tesla Full Self-Driving yields for pedestrians while human drivers do not…the future is here! #tesla #teslafsd #fullselfdriving

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jonburns201
FORD crazy65 :
too much I will never let a computer drive me around, I just keep driving me 65 Galaxie thanks, do you want to come for a ride Elon
2025-11-26 00:30:08
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thunderrats
thunderrats :
you mean aholes. not humans. real humans stop for peds
2025-11-16 16:50:01
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joey klender :
More considerate than humans!
2025-11-16 16:46:01
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