Thursday, January 12th, 2012

Tom Ashbrook and his guest from the Detroit Auto Show were salivating over high-tech cars and hyperventilating about the day when cars will drive themselves.

The first caller to the show said that he will never give up his 1999 Chevrolet because he’s just too old-fashioned. He uses a car to get from point A to point B and doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about. “You wouldn’t want a car that could drive you to work while you read the paper?” Tom asked him. He hesitated a moment before sticking to his guns and answering, “No, I’m just too old-fashioned for that.”

Oh, please. If you have a car only to get from one place to another, I don’t believe for a second that you wouldn’t want to sit back and read a newspaper, or play Angry Birds on your iPhone, or whatever you do for fun, while the car deals with all the aggravation of idiot drivers, egomaniacal bike riders and crazy pedestrians. If you have to drive the car, then your car isn’t just to get from point A to point B and you’re not driving it because you’re old-fashioned. You like driving cars.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. As for me, I honestly do own a car only because I have to get from here to there. I wouldn’t miss driving for a second. Take the damned steering wheel out of the car altogether, I’m fine with that, and so is My Darling B, “as long as they make self-driving cars at least as safe as I am when I’m driving.” My standards aren’t even that high. If a self-driving car is no more dangerous than I am, and I’ll frankly acknowledge that I’m something of a danger to myself and everyone else on the road (and who isn’t, when it comes down to brass tacks?), then I’d be satisfied.

wired | 8:10 pm CDT
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