the day will come when you will post a required bond account which will confirm and certify driver and vehicle to operate at each start-up. There will be a required transponder in every vehicle which will identify the vehicle to the network. The driver will be required to enter his drivers license and PIN into the transponder in order to recieve start-up authorization. A network of roadway sensors will trigger the transponder to transmit by cell phone type communication (similar to "On-star") to a central database which connects the vehicle and driver identity nationwide to an internet connection. Any infraction will debit the identified transponder account automatically. Serious infractions or driver credit default will disable the operator controls and switch to remote control through a vehicle systems interlink, steering the vehicle safely to the arrest and control point and the seat belt will lock the driver in the vehicle like full body handcuffs until the police arrive
The government will also know where every vehicle is at all times by GPS satellite ID built into the transponder.
thereby making red light cameras obsolete and a part of distant history, freeing police from the taxation duties of traffic enforcement, and allowing them to focus on other enforcement and revenue collection priorities
The future is thaat your vehicle will be transporting you wihtout any input from you except for your desired destination.
Ha! You assume you are gonna get to drive a car at all!
My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm,
Before the Motor Law.
And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire,
Where my white-haired uncle waits.
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline.
Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
Down in his barn,
My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car.
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time.
I fire up the willing engine,
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime...
Wind-
In my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Mechanical music-
Adrenalin surge...
Well-weathered leather,
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware.
Suddenly ahead of me,
Across the mountainside,
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires,
To run the deadly race,
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase.
Drive like the wind,
Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm,
to dream with my uncle at the fireside.
That will be something that will be tragically in-operative in any vehicle I buy that may have one of those devices...
Remember...
There is always a work around in anything mechanical...And computers can be fooled...