Fiorella wants a self-driving car so she can get wherever she wants to go without a GPS hanging from her windshield or having to hold a map in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. She wants to be able to write down the ideas that flit across her brain while still en route rather than after she's risked life and limb pulling to the side of the road. She wants to be able to look around and enjoy the scenery during the day, to escape the glare of the setting sun in late afternoon, to feel safe when she has to travel at night. And she wants to be able to avoid any mistakes she might make--misestimating speeds or distances, not seeing other cars, misreading signs, or just plain getting lost. And she wants all this at a low cost with good gas mileage.
In her dreams.
Saturday, March 11, 2017
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