Mercifully, the whole thing is starting to fade, to become an episode.When I do still catch the odd glimpse, it's peripheral; mere fragments ofmad-doctor chrome, confining themselves to the corner of the eye. There wasthat flying-wing liner over San Francisco last week, but it was almosttranslucent. And the shark-fin roadsters have gotten scarcer, and freewaysdiscreetly avoid unfolding themselves into the gleaming eighty lane monstersI was forced to drive last month in my rented Toyota. And I know that noneof it will follow me to New York; my vision is narrowing to a singlewavelength of probability. I've worked hard for that. Television helped alot.