There’s only 7 years to go before it’s 2015, which is the year that Marty McFly and Doc Brown teleport to in their atomic souped-up DeLorean. I have been waiting for my frickin’ flying car ever since the end of Back to the Future, when Doc says, “Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.”
Seven. Years. That’s not a lot of time. Toyota, GMC, Ford … all you bastards better get on it.
I want my flying car that runs on garbage, goddammit.