During this morning’s commute, once again, I found myself contemplating. By now, the Jetsons Motor Company should have delivered on my childhood Saturday morning cartoons’ 21st-century promise – autopilot. We have the information superhighway. Why must I navigate the tin river wasting yet another hour of my life looking up the end of someone’s tailpipe? Okay, some might argue that the solution to my grievance is called public transportation, but like most Americans, I want the privacy of my tin can. Allow me the freedom to contemplate some other mindless task besides carrying my car to the parking deck. Speaking of the parking deck, why do I even need to be involved in parking my car? Shouldn’t my car let me off at the door and find a parking space on its own? Need I go on?
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What a difference 16 years can make. I mean well, it has been 16 years.
- Tesla has self-driving cars.
- Just short of finding a parking space, cars can park themselves.
- I don't drive to work. I don't even own a car - liberating.
- As it turns out, I don't mind public transportation at all. I'm one of the millions of people that take the New York subway every day.
Who knows, maybe in the next 16 years, we won't even need cars - teleportation!
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