You are correct sir. Now let’s see if those reasons convinces my wife.

What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you seem to always troll for the strangest/weirdest hunks of metal that roll?

I think he is suggesting that a lot (most) of the first information that comes out on new models is BS from the marketing department to create buzz. The car that eventually (assuming it does) hits the showroom floor is always something less - and higher in price.

Yes, for me it is.

I got motion sickness just watching this -really. How do they do this without getting sick?

Shortly doodles will be replaced by ads. Am I wrong?

Man, that Dr Seuss must of had a stash of really good shit.

Results just in... 8% of Jalopnik readers are offended by your post.

Where the hell is Mrs Kravitz when we need her?

Point.

I never trust Craigslist ads that say rare. 50% of them make some claim to that fact when they have nothing better to say about the turd they are trying to unload. Can only image the mindset of the seller I have to deal with if the car did pique my interest. Same goes for ads that use all capital letters as - if there…

Whippersnapper.

Or since we won’t park them, just roaming around aimlessly waiting for a demand call. Still don’t understand how we get to less volume unless we restrict their use time wise and everyone gets to show up at a different time for work and take a different lunch hour and do their shopping at a different time which I…

Just one small point about the story line. I’m not sure how self driving cars, or the modular car, according to the author, will reduce traffic volume in the city. Replace a bus with 15 riders and you get 15 pods right? Is she saying that the size of every car/pod will be smaller giving us all that extra space?…

Mrs. Kravitz (not sure on the spelling). Gladys and Abner.

How young are you?

Ya, another great idea?

I see no possible problem with this.

Back in my day when I was a youngster, we didn’t have any of these sissy “safety” things. We had good old made in the USA metal dashboards. We didn’t need any fancy seat belts, airbags, crumple zones or good brakes.....and we liked it! Dam candy ass kids these days......and stay the hell of my lawn!

.. and would rattle around like marbles in a box. What fun that was. Who knew there were perhaps problems with that? Surprise anyone who grew up in the 50s or 60s made to adulthood.