Flying cars!!!

Where is my flying car? Seriously — every book about “the future” I read as a kid told me I’d have a friggin’ flying car by now! Instead, I have a Nissan Altima.

Sure, sure, there’s that guy who’s been trying to get the Moller Skycar to take off for years, but that doesn’t count. It’s too loud and too expensive and…too real.

When I was a kid, we had The Jetsons. Their cars zipped around with bright plastic bubbles and little whirring sounds. Or we had Chitty Chitty Bang Bang — that one just flew for no apparent reason. Any futuristic cartoon we watched had stuff that just flew in the face of the laws of physics.

More than just the flying cars, what happened to “the future?” I used to daydream about “the future” and all the cool stuff we’d have. Look at this 1961 article from “Weekend Magazine.”

We were supposed to have all sorts of stuff — personal rocket belts; trips to the moon; newspapers available anywhere, instantly…oh wait, that last one came true. How about being “whisked around in monorail vehicles at 200 miles an hour”? Um…we almost doubled that speed, actually. Indoor pools…check. Microwave ovens…check.

Wait, we’re getting sidetracked here –

The most important point: I HAVE NO FLYING CAR. I was promised this when I was 10-years-old. It’s time for the world to deliver on that promise.

Please tell me where to pick up my keys.