So I’m waiting by the printer, when Paul sees his page rolling out. “Ah,” he says, “that’ll be my car for the weekend.”
He told me about this ages ago, but I forgot the URL. It’s Streetcar.co.uk. A whole lot of PIN-locked cars located at strategic points in London and elsewhere. You book a timeslot, get a PIN, find the car, open it up and drive off. And now I come to look at the site it’s even more exciting than I first guessed: cars have their own phones, they have an iPod cable going into the stereo, access is with a chipped electronic card, the keys are inside waiting for you, and there’s a bay just 200 yards from my flat… shortly.
I’ve not worked out the costs per year, so I don’t know how much I’d benefit. But I do know it’s very, very exciting. Sort of like the Provos’ White Bicycle Plan, but with the anarchy and simplicity being replaced by capitalism and high-technology.