Model A Rod

Elon Musk and others are hellbent on repopulating our streets and highways with autonomous electric cars. Someday they say we won't even own these cars, we will just rent them by the hour. We will call for them on our smart phones and driverless electric cars will come, pick us up and take us, taxi-alike, to our destination ... then go for someone else. No mire personal cars, no more garages, mo more pumping gas, mo more paying car insurance and registration fees, no stick shifts, no more maintenance headaches ... no more loving Simonizing of our pet machines.

And American men no longer will have a passionate love affair with their cars. Their wheels were once their ticket to the world, their personal magic carpet, their reason for living. Their Model A hot rod was once like the cutest girl in class who talked dirty and gave you a glimpse of heaven. To many20th century teenagers, a "chopped" car was the center of their world.

Soon cars will no longer need gasoline. They will just plug in for God's sake. No flaming exhaust. No vroom, vroom, vroom. I kinda think autonomous cars won't be programmed to "lay rubber." No backfires. No overhauling of the engine. No twin double barrel carbonators. No low riders. No emissions tests. No neckers' nobs. No backseat fun on lover's lane ... perhaps one more reason for a lowered birth rate.

I will not be around when this transmogrification takes place ... and I am not that unhappy about it.