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This was the only thought rummaging through my mind as I sat in my car waiting for crash induced traffic to clear on I-77. Standstill traffic feels much better than traffic that moves an inch at a time. With my luck, I always end up with the latter. As we moved at a snail’s pace, we eventually got to see the gentleman who decided to park his car under a trailer on a Thursday morning. It took me twenty minutes to cross a mile. Now, this may be non-Newtonian kind of news to folks who live in a high-traffic highway metro, but Charlotte is not there yet. While crashes are tragic and a recurring theme on this highway, luckily there weren’t any ambulances. I presumed the gentleman was okay, so I returned to daydreaming about flying cars. Why can’t we have nicer things like flying cars? Over the past century, many have predicted that a day would come when we would have flying cars that effortlessly roam around buildings. A hundred years have passed and we are still stuck in the “it’s comi...