Mis à jour : mars 2
This week we begin in 1692.
Giles Corey is being pressed to death like a grape for being a witch in Salem, John Page is shuffling off the coil having placed Middleton Plantation so firmly on the map that it will eventually become Williamsburg, and Robert Campbell is joyfully slaughtering the MacDonald Clan in Glencoe, where you can now hike, climb, and enjoy a cream tea before the next downpour.
Meanwhile in China, Ferdinand Verbiest was inventing the automobile.
Well, the first working steam-powered vehicle, to be precise. And it was a model, so you couldn't exactly ride it. But it started a trend.
Nicolas-Joseph Cugnot built a similar vehicle in full-scale one-hundred years later, and in 1801 Cornishman Richard Trevithick drove his Puffing Devil along a ‘road’, its steam pressure waxing and waning along with enthusiasm for the enterprise.
Further attempts by Nicephore and Claude Nièpce, Francois Isaac de Rivaz, Samuels Brown and Morley, and Etienne Lenoir came close to offering a road vehicle with an internal combustion engine, but didn’t quite crack the car code.
It was left to Gustave Trouvé to give us the first electric car in 1881, and to messrs Gottlieb Daimler, Wilhelm Maybach, Siegfried Marcus, and finally Karl Benz, to invent what we know today as the modern automobile.
All of which brings us to what the president of a company I once worked for told me about my choice of company car. “You can have,” he told me, waving a thick hand at nothing in particular, while gripping a large glass of chablis in the other, “any car you desire.”
Which wasn’t exactly true.
Because I couldn’t have any car I desired, I could have any car that was available to me. He then refined his broad sweep with a maximum cost, so I could have any car I wanted in that price range. And from the company’s favoured manufacturer. And with an automatic gearbox in case I left and someone else needed to drive it. And that could be delivered quickly.
So basically I could choose a Honda, in whatever color they had around at the time.
The fact is, free choice is not free, but filtered by existence and availability and parameters.
My desire would have been a convertible SUV, which would be good in winter and excellent for hiking trips, and cool and light in summer, yet none existed then that truly met my needs, and I’m not sure they do today either.
While we’re at it, I’d also like memory foam seats so my posterior enjoys the journey as much as I do, and electric sockets that can be removed and stretched like an extension cable so phones can charge anywhere in the vehicle. And, please add an electric sliding plexiglass screen between the front and back seats like they had in old New York City cabs, so that the kids can party-on while I drive in peace.
Free choice is what we call it, but it’s a misnomer.
I do want to clarify that some people have no choices at all about anything, let alone what car to buy, but we're talking here just about purchase choices, and cars specifically.
So I’ll go on.