I’ve seen the future of driving. Or at least, I’ve seen a version of it.
While in the US a few months ago, I climbed into a Tesla Model Y, pressed a button marked Full Self-Driving, and watched the car do something that still feels faintly unbelievable. From the fourth floor of a Scottsdale, Arizona car park, it drove its owner and I – smoothly, confidently, uneventfully – to a driveway some 45 miles across town. Out of the car park, across junctions, onto motorways, through traffic lights – the lot.
