My father would tell me by the time I was twenty cars would fly, or at least hover. Well, twenty has come and gone and my crossover SUV most definitely touches the ground. For years I asked myself, “What was my dad thinking?”
He grew up in Detroit, was a military man and watched us travel to the moon. (Not to mention a little too much Star Trek.) In his mind’s eye the next great technical advancements would be in travel . . .
