The thing about a brand that’s inextricably tied to a personality is that it’s—for better or worse—inextricably tied to a personality.
To drive a Tesla is to associate yourself with Elon Musk even if he’s not the reason you got it.
And, yes, I’ve been unusual in my decade of loathing him, but—sorry—he’s been showing his whole ass for at least three years. And I especially don’t feel sorry for people who bought a car from him when anyone could see what he’s about.