Living in a nonsensical Auto Age

As the price of gas creeps ever upward, from the pricey to the obscene, a thought occurs to me. It starts out small, like a little itch. But then it grows. The thought is this: It never made sense.

Even when I was in high school and worked at a gas station where gas was 89 cents a gallon, it didn’t make sense. Even when Henry Ford debuted the first car ever — a miracle of new technology and engineering — it didn’t make sense.

The automobile, for all its virtues — its groovy talking maps and CD players and backseat DVD players and cup holders and heated seats — was never realistic.

In order to move my body from point A to point B, in a car, I must move several tons of metal along, too. It is inefficiency writ large.

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