My flight was taking off in an hour and 15 minutes. Yet there I was, an hour away from the Lisbon airport, stopping for espresso and to take pictures of the gorgeous mountain view. Determined to make it, I jumped back into the 2017 Mercedes-Benz E-Class I was driving, dialed to its sportiest setting, and dive-bombed through curving back roads, carving a high-stakes path toward the motorway. When I merged into traffic there I set the cruise control at 90 mph, flicked a small steering column stalk to activate the car’s very intelligent computers, and took my hands off the wheel.
I made that flight — barely. (Note: never, ever be late to the Lisbon airport, especially if you’re in poor shape — after security there’s a meandering shopping center you have no choice but to pass through, like hell’s IKEA for the tardy.) There was never a question that I would make it, since I could have easily driven myself all those miles at high speeds and accomplished the same task.
But with so little input, the E-Class, using its highly engineered and quite refined semi-autonomous Intelligent Drive tech, kept its distance from other cars automatically. It changed lanes for me after one tap of the turn signal. I knew from a demonstration the previous day that the car would emergency brake and tighten the seat belts if a collision was probable (they sound like suppressed pistols in a spy thriller). I knew the car would pull away from other veering vehicles and make evasive maneuvers should an obstacle present itself. I knew it would read lane lines and road signs to keep everything in check. It would chauffeur me from the driver’s seat.
Autonomous technology is just technology. Smartphones didn’t end the world. Computers didn’t end the world. In fact, they made it better.
But enough exposition. In light of recent events, autonomous driving of any kind has been brought into question; indeed, anyone who loves driving has been wary from the onset of the tech, myself included. I’m a bona fide car nut whose life has been changed several times over by manual transmissions and cars of every ilk. A nut who, instead of counting “one, two, three” to calm his nerves, imagines driving. Who falls asleep dreaming of a curated garage. Who loves autonomous driving tech. And you will too — here’s why.

It’s years off.