Sadly, Utterly Abandoned Modes of Transport

I can’t help but think of the people who once grabbed the wheel and tooled down the road, sailed across vast waters, hopped a bus, or took to the rail. To work, to school, to the grocery, to Christmas dinner with the family. I wonder where my first car, an old green Dodge Polara with a dirty white vinyl top, is now. It was huge and ugly, but it got me where I needed to go for several years. It had a serious issue with overheating that no mechanic could ever solve. The only recourse was to dri...