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America and the clean energy movement need Tesla even if we don’t want Elon Musk

Four weeks ago I landed in Asheville, NC for a weekend of live music, hiking, food and maybe some beer. Upon dropping my bags off at the hotel, I exited to find a grown man holding a sign that read “Tesla Drivers are Bad People.” He was in a shouting match with another man who also doesn’t like Elon Musk but drove a Tesla and took umbrage.

Beyond this experience is mountains of evidence in the media as well as endless videos and photos shared on social and reddit. Americans are taking their frustration for Mr. Musk out on Tesla dealerships and worse, Tesla drivers, by scratching, spray painting and even destroying their vehicles.

For those taking part in or advocating for this vandalism, let me share with you a hard truth: you’re hurting your fellow Americans more than you are Mr. Musk. He was born into wealth and will likely die a billionaire regardless of what you do. While he doesn’t need Tesla, America still does, easily illustrated using some data points that also show who will suffer the most from the brand’s damage:

This bullet is intended to provide perspective: while its market share is falling, Tesla owns approximately 44% of the US EV market. There are approximately 2,529 Tesla Supercharger stations with 29,601 Tesla Supercharger ports in the U.S. This means Tesla is the biggest player in the US EV category today, and it’s not even close. Remember that 44% number, please.
Sources may vary, but according to reports in 2024 and 2025, there are anywhere from 190,000 to 240,000 jobs in the EV sector.
More specifically, software developers/professionals depend on EV jobs. According to the National Resources Defense Council (NRDC) and cited around the world, the EV industry “will need roughly 140,000 new software developers every year until 2031.”
Existing EV drivers. Ready for this? Tesla is responsible for 58% of the fast charging market with 12,580 fast chargers up and running. That figure is insane, and folks who now have the Tesla CCUS charging adaptor just more than doubled our ability to charge quickly on a road trip.
New EV drivers. Because of Mr. Musk’s public persona, Tesla prices are dropping faster than any other brand, with the average price of a pre-owned Tesla is now $30,000, nearly $10,000 less than a non-Tesla EV. This should be viewed as a major opportunity for EV adoption!
The clean energy movement (and its jobs). Hundreds of billions have been invested in the EV sector, and many other industries including residential solar and energy storage, battery chemistry, grid edge tech and others are tied to its advancement.
Tesla employees. It’s not the fault of Tesla’s 125,700 workers that their boss is addicted to social media cyberbullying and dancing on stage.

Now please return to that 44% US EV market share number.

If Tesla vehicles magically disappeared tomorrow, the impact to the EV sector and hundreds of thousands of EV-industry job holders would be biblical. And for the many of us driving or soon to drive EVs as they become more awesome and affordable: there would be far fewer charging stations, likely eroding consumer adoption and satisfaction.

One last data point. There are millions of Tesla drivers in the US and around the world, the vast majority of whom purchased their vehicle before Mr. Musk went MAGA and turned Twitter into a cesspool. They deserve better, and we also want their cars filled with riders getting a positive EV experience. This too leads to more adoption.

I ask instead that people and brands redirect their ire at Mr. Musk in more productive ways, like the ballot box.

Your Entrepreneurial Journey is Your Own

Let me share with you a few pieces of unsolicited advice I’ve heard over the years:

“Never work for free, your time is valuable and you should be compensated.”

Wrong.

“Cold calling is dead, don’t do it.”

Wrong.

“Don’t ever work with your friends.”

Wrong again.

“The Patriots are going to crush the Eagles in Super Bowl LII.”

😆

“58 rules for modern marketing, a thread 1/59”

When you see this on Twitter, block block block!

“Ladies, don’t eat finger foods at networking events.”

Very wrong, and also pretty damn sexist. I listened to this exact advice at an etiquette event at a university that I have great respect for…in 2019. I now believe the speaker time traveled to get there. For the record, if there’s cocktail shrimp or chips and guac, you should eat that shit immediately. Don’t be a fool and don’t worry, I let him have it.

The only thing I know for sure.

There is really only one single rule when it comes to starting a business and that is this – your entrepreneurial journey is your own.

There is simply nothing else to consider, but don’t worry – as an entrepreneurial philanthropist rainmaker content creating visionary evangelist with a bunch of emojis in his title – I’m here to explain. Starting a business is hard, but it’s even harder when you let the business impostors of the world into your life.

I’ll start with an example from year one of my entrepreneurial journey – an event that changed my life and inadvertently the careers of so many of my colleagues.

In July 2014, I had five clients, and I was wracked with anxiety. FischTank PR was really just me sitting in my apartment, filled with self-doubt and taking showers at 4am before putting on a dress shirt for no reason whatsoever. Zoom wasn’t a thing, Skype was already on the decline, and everyone else was in their office or happy hour after being social. Except me.

I was struggling to get going. It was very difficult for me to know when to say yes and when to say no to something. To make things more challenging, since December 2013 when I’d picked up my first client, I had encountered a number of YouShoulds – a noun that isn’t yet in Webster’s Dictionary but will be by the time you’re done reading this blog post.

…OK, I’ll bite. What is a YouShould?

Glad you asked. YouShoulds are exactly as their name indicates. They’re generally individuals who don’t own businesses and don’t call their own shots, but do have a sense of entitlement based on either their seniority or college education. Perhaps they’ve held some prior mid-level job at some Wall Street bank, internet conglomerate or some other organization they think you should care about.

YouShoulds start every sentence with “You should…” They inevitably tell you that you should get embossed business cards (this happened, at the Cornell Club of all places); rename your company (someone advised me to call FischTank ‘Regal Communications’ – so original); or my favorite, bring on a senior partner who was mature (I’m not mature?) and could help me engage with c-suite business leaders.

You’ve seen them in their glory. The “thought leaders” who have LinkedIn titles like “CEO Whisperers,” “10X Sales Leaders” and “Building Multi-Million Dollar Orgs” and “Entrepreneurial Problem Solvers with 7 Successful Exits.” For that last one, they really mean they exited the company. But who cares about nuance, right?

These charlatans, usually men with headshots from 2004, quote Steve Jobs, Richard Branson, and Elon Musk – you know, a bunch of regular guys. These gents have no problem sliding into your DMs to tell you about how great they are and why you should listen to (and hire) them. Just as the tips I listed above are wrong, these titles are nonsense, and the people hiding behind them generally are as well.

The worst part? I listened. Maybe I didn’t always act, but yeah, I have a few hundred of those embossed business cards left, and yes, I considered a partnership with an Investor Relations professional who may or may not have fought in the Civil War and voyaged on the Titanic. I almost let them board my entrepreneurial journey.

Returning to the plot with my moment of entrepreneurial awakening.

OK, back to the event from July 2014 that woke me up to the actual realities of entrepreneurship. I was introduced to a securities attorney who will remain nameless to protect his identity, and he made me an offer: I would get him press coverage discussing IPOs and SEC-related topics, and in exchange he would refer me business by making introductions to clients in need of PR services. A pure barter.

I asked three or four people about it, and all of them said more or less the same thing: f*ck no! “Eric, your time is valuable!” “He’s scamming you, make him pay!” “You’re being taken advantage of!” Their feelings were unanimous – don’t do it.

I heard them out, but this time I didn’t listen. I called him back the next day and said I was in. Why? Honestly, I wasn’t that busy and I wasn’t that happy, either. I didn’t know my path forward. I decided to take the shot.

A few days later a market moving event occurred, and I secured a media opportunity for the attorney with a CNBC online news journalist. Nothing too crazy, but definitely a good start.

The attorney emailed me maybe 10 minutes later, but it had nothing to do with the media opportunity. It was an introduction to an advanced materials company that had recently gone public, and the attorney recommended they hire me, positioning me as someone who was hungry and would get results. Weeks later, they were a client.

Shortly thereafter, that same attorney made another introduction, this time to a large, private after-market automotive retailer. I visited their office and days later, they became a client.

After that, I had enough business to bring on a partner and now friend of mine, Matt Bretzius. “Don’t work with people you’re friendly with!” they said. Once again, “they” were wrong. People who love the Eagles, Phillies and Sixers (and Flyers, sure) can run a pretty fine business.

The securities attorney and his firm have been clients of FischTank for nearly eight years. He and his team made countless introductions that have resulted in many more networking opportunities and event invitations, essentially creating a tree of new connections that have driven ongoing business (and revenue) to FischTank. In return, for years my firm has generated countless media opportunities for that attorney and his colleagues, managed the website and social media, and supported their marketing objective. Why? Our handshake deal still stands.

Do your thing!

This of course is the moral of the story. Sure, asking for advice is important and something I do on a regular basis, whether it’s from my wife, friends, clients, colleagues, business associates, or history and books that contain even more lessons.

But one thing I know for certain is this – my entrepreneurial journey is unique to me alone, although I do have so many people to thank and give credit to. Had I listened to the YouShoulds or the LinkedIn influencer wannabees with the 800 word blog posts about what we can learn about marketing or business from Kanye West’s downfall, I don’t know where I’d be.

Trust yourself, your vision and the people who care about you first. Work hard, follow your own entrepreneurial journey and the results will come.

Career Lessons from the Flourtown Farmers Market Bagboy

The smell of oranges always makes me think of the Flourtown Farmers Market.

No, it’s not because the smell of fresh-squeezed juice being sold by the market’s vendors filled my childhood nostrils with an aroma so memorable. It’s because of the trash compactor.

I was ten years old, and like many ten year-olds, I bugged my parents for toys to play with outside (water guns) and inside (NHL 94 for Sega Genesis). Mr. and Mrs. Fischgrund didn’t always give in, however, and I quickly realized that I would need several allowances, and hence several months, to save enough to make my purchases. I have never been the patient type.

The Flourtown Farmers Market was located in – you guessed it – Flourtown, PA, only blocks from my house. The place was filled with food merchants from all over the world. There were Afghanis selling Mediterranean food, an elderly Polish couple running the butcher shop, a loud and entertaining Pakistani selling pasta dishes, and many others – all of whom fascinated me.

As my mother wrapped up a purchase at one of the stands, I asked her permission to go speak to the older gentleman who ran the deli. She said yes, and I walked over and applied for my first job. He laughed, and told me to go ask his son, Kenny, who ran the BBQ stand diagonal and across the aisle from where I stood.

So I walked over and asked Kenny, who told me I was too young to work behind the counter. However, he did say that the Flourtown Farmers Market could always use a bagboy – someone to take trash out for the 25-ish vendors in the building, and someone who would carry grocery bags for the elderly and weak who were unable to do so on their own. I could work Saturdays, from 8:30 until 3:30, surviving off tips I received for carrying bags, and discretionary cash from the vendors whose trash I would deposit in a large trash compactor behind the building.

I had my first job. Looking back, it was entrepreneurial before I even knew what entrepreneurial meant. The Flourtown Farmers Market did not include guaranteed pay, and my compensation would reflect my hustle and sales skills with customers during the day, and the merchants at the end of it.

I started the following week, and I would go on to work as a bagboy for three years, learning many lessons that have stuck with me through life. Among them:

Even a bagboy requires sales skills. I would approach older folks and people struggling with their bags with a smile, asking if they needed a hand to their car. I needed to convey charm, capability, and most importantly – trust. I wanted these people to know that the boy who could barely carry the bags himself deserved that tip.
I learned the lesson of networking early on. It wasn’t always busy in the market, and many of the merchants played cards, told dirty jokes, played whiffle ball in the lot, and found other ways to pass the time. I was easily the youngest person working in the building, and I found ways to make friends.
Understanding and patience. This story may seem cute, but things didn’t always go my way. Many times I would carry heavy bags out to someone’s car and they’d say “thank you” and jump in their car, no tip included. I had to understand there was no requirement for a tip, and to be patient and wait for the next one. To this day, and especially when I started my first company over five years ago, I constantly remind myself of this message.
I was fortunate in my upbringing that I didn’t have to handle serious adversity before age ten. The Flourtown Farmer’s Market, in many ways, was a wakeup call. I played baseball in spring and summer, and one Saturday I had an early game. I went around an hour or so early collecting from the vendors, a dollar here and a dollar there. One business owner was clearly having a bad day, and he screamed at me in front of his workers and customers for leaving early, then threw 50 cents on the ground for me to pick up. I was only 11 years old. Editor’s note: Unfortunately for him, my mother was one of the customers in the area, and the next week I received a very nice apology (and a $1.50 instead of my regular $1.00).
There was more adversity to be experienced, as it appears in many forms. The poultry stand had several guys working in their late teens and early 20s, and they took me under their wing a bit (and also had some fun at my expense). One of the guys, named Marshall, told dirty jokes that used to make me turn bright red. One Saturday he wasn’t there, and I asked another one of the guys behind the stand where he was. He took me aside and calmly told me that Marshall had overdosed on heroin and died the weekend prior. I didn’t even know what heroin was. Because I couldn’t let the other guys see me upset, I went into a bathroom stall and cried for ten minutes.
Yes, even bagboys must deal with competition. Every few months, a random kid around my age would see what I was doing to make a few bucks, and show up to do the same. At first I got frustrated, but then I realized one of the great truths about business and entrepreneurship, something that has become my mantra – show up, work hard, do the right thing, and the results will come. While I may have experienced an uncomfortable Saturday or two dealing with a peer trying to steal my job, they would inevitably get frustrated by a lack of tip or an angry vendor, and would not return.
Keep your eyes open for opportunity. I did not want to be a Flourtown Farmers Market bagboy forever. After a few years of making 20 bucks on a Saturday, I was offered a job by “Joe Pony,” the seafood stand owner, for a glorious $5 an hour!
The value of money. Like many fortunate ten year-olds, my parents took care of the necessities. But after a couple of years, I was the only elementary school kid I knew who had an ATM card and 500 bucks in his account. When I wanted a water gun or Twisted Metal 2 for PlayStation – I bought it.
Asking for help. I forgot that I opened this story with oranges and trash compactors. I would use the hand truck to wheel a trash can filled with squeezed oranges to the trash compactor. The first time, I went to lift it and…nothing happened. I was too weak. I stood there, embarrassed, waiting for the next person to come by and help me. When they did, I asked, and they laughed and effortlessly lifted it and dumped those oranges in. My embarrassment faded, and until I was strong enough a year or two down the road, everyone helped the Flourtown Farmers Market bagboy throw away his oranges.

The Flourtown Farmers Market bagboy learned a lot in those days that now feel like a lifetime ago, but not only about work ethic and entrepreneurialism. Opportunity is everywhere, relationships are everything, and experience and the way a person deals with adversity is ultimately what sets them apart from the rest. This guiding principle has remained the same since the day I launched FischTank PR through today.