When I was a kid, I subscribed to Popular Science, Popular Mechanics, and Mechanix Illustrated. I had complete sets of each handed down to my by my dad and later my cousins. My favorites were the ones from the 30s, 40s, and 50s that predicted how life would be in the next ten years or so. I remember that by the year 1965 we would all live in our own futuristic automatic house and be flying to work in our personal flying saucers. Sidewalks would be conveyer belts. George Jetson like.
Here is an article from the August 1925 edition of Popular Science.
How many of you are driving as if you want to get somewhere? How many of you seem to wake up and discover that you are in your car driving along in no particular hurry or destination?
Me, I typically get behind the wheel of my car with the deliberate goal of getting to a destination in as short of time as possible. I tend to have purpose to my actions and the last thing I need is to be stuck behind some oblivious person who is either in no real hurry to get anywhere, or thinks that the best way to alleviate boredom is to mope along at five miles per hour below the speed limit in the “fast lane” of the freeway. If you are one of these people, this is for you: