I don't want my vehicle talking to me or making my decisions for me.
I rode in the back seat of a late model Volvo something or other (huge mistake) with my yankee (no offense intended) BIL and my nerves will never be the same. The thing looked like an airplane cockpit so he sets the cruise at 55 for a mountain road and here we go. It has automatic braking and "yaw" control so we carreen into this 25 mile an hour curve at 55 then the computer slams on the brakes and nose dives the car through the curve then accelerates like Mario Andretti heading into another corner. After 20 minutes of this I have a death grip on the oh oh handle and my seat belt and my nice buzz (the reason for letting someone else drive) has long since been replaced by feeling of impending doom just wishing this roller coaster ride is over.

Last edited by chy; 03/06/2022 3:08 PM.