Tesla Smashes Through $300: And Just Like That, TSLA’s Back

Grab your latte—this one’s gonna zig-zag faster than a Cybertruck doing donuts on Mars asphalt.

Morning mayhem: green candles before most folks found their socks

The bell hadn’t even finished its ding when $TSLA popped through $300 like it was late for a SpaceX launch. Traders on X? Melting down—screenshots of glowing green candles everywhere, plenty of “Told ya, bears!” swagger. By lunch we’d tagged $321, flirting hard with the 200-day moving average hanging out around $313-ish (Yahoo Finance).

Now, that 200-day is basically the thermostat for momentum junkies. Hold above it and the FOMO crowd piles in. Slip below and, well, the air conditioner kicks on—cold, fast, brutal.

But, hey, we closed at $316.82, up a spicy 5.5% on the day (Trading Economics). Not bad for a stock folks buried back in March when it was limbo-dancing around $220.

Tariff truce tango

Why the sudden mood swing? Simple: Washington and Beijing decided—for the next 90 days—to stop lobbing tariff grenades the size of a Megapack. The headline number? U.S. import duties drop from a face-melting 145% to a slightly less insane 30%, while China chops its own from 125% to 10% (The Guardian).

Wall Street’s imagination ran wild: cheaper battery materials, smoother container ships leaving Shanghai, CFOs actually unclenching their jaws. So money gushed into every ticker even vaguely spelled “EV”—but none soaked up the party punch like Tesla.

Robotaxis, cyber-hype, and the cult of “Soon™”

Another log on the hype fire: next month’s shareholder meeting, where Elon’s expected to bust out fresh demos of the Cybercab/robotaxi project. Think: no steering wheel, no pedals, seatbelts optional (kidding… kinda).

And yeah, bulls point to “Network Effects” and “Software Margins” with so much conviction you’d think robot drivers are already queuing at the DMV. Reality check? Level-4 autonomy is still the kid stretching on the sidelines. But markets don’t trade reality—they trade expectations, and expectations right now are hopped-up on espresso.

Technical gut-check: RSI is yelling “Slow your roll”

Even the charts are throwing side-eye. Relative Strength Index poked above 70 intraday—a classic “someone’s buying like their keyboard’s stuck” signal. Could we see $330 before someone says “boo”? Absolutely. Could we wake up Friday with the thing back at $290? Equally possible. Anyone claiming certainty here is selling you something—probably options flow subscriptions.

The bull script

• Tariff cooldown = fatter margins out of Shanghai, potentially earlier Model 2 pricing clarity.

• Energy division is a stealth monster—record Megapack backlog, margins approaching software territory.

• Full Self-Driving: Version 12.5.4 just hit streets; early testers swear it drives like a caffeinated chauffeur. If Cybercab lands, every ride-hailing CEO will be sleeping with one eye open.

The bear rebuttal

• Demand leaks in fringe markets often show up at home later—ask anyone who watched iPhone sales flatten in India.

• Competition isn’t sleeping. BYD, Hyundai, even Ford (with an asterisk the size of Kansas) are rolling out cheaper EVs with enough range for suburban commutes.

• Cash burn on ambitious toys—Optimus, factory after factory, and a $25k model—all while margins are already squishy.

Bigger picture: the tug-of-war that never ends

Tesla’s Monday sprint summed up the company’s whole vibe: breathtaking tech promises colliding head-on with messy, mundane manufacturing reality. The stock doesn’t live in either camp—it trampolines between them, eating short-seller tears for breakfast and serving long-term holders unlimited Ulcer Factor.

And honestly, that’s why we’re here. Stable is boring. Give me volatility, give me a storyline, give me a CEO who might tweet “Mars by noon” and mean it. That’s Tesla. Love it or hate it, you can’t look away.

Alright, rant over. Coffee’s cold. Market opens shortly—let’s see who blinks first.