On a lighter note, perhaps they will find it quaint (or horrifying) that people used to drive their own cars. Maybe one day I'll tell my grandchildren of a time when huge box-like machines rushed by each other on massive expanses of concrete, separated only by painted white lines and contained by crude metal guard rails, killing a million people a year in fiery collisions caused by human error. Additionally, they ran on fossil fuels and pumped out poisonous gases from the rear. Almost everyone owned one!