I hadn't really grasped the concept of driverless cars until I saw an item on television last week (yes, you can still get useful information on the TV).
I mean, I understood the concept — the car drives itself, you just sit there — but I hadn't understod why we were going down this driverless road.
Lots of people I know enjoy driving — it's speed, it's skill, it's a bit of fun. Go ask Earl Bamber, Whanganui's double Le Mans 24 Hours winner, or our latest F1 ace Brendan Hartley.
In fact, Kiwis are often regarded as a nation of "petrolheads", and with not much more than rugby and Treaty settlements to get excited about, the obsession with cars and driving them makes some kind of sense.
Given the upcoming generation of boy racers, the roar of the souped-up vehicles, the burn-outs, the doughnuts and, of course, the huge number of vintage and classic cars making their regular rallies, it seems demand for driverless cars is not coming from the general public.