Do the teens want self-driving cars?

On feeling like Cassandra in the age of autonomous vehicles

I grew up in the exurbs of Hartford, Connecticut. Living in an unwalkable public transit desert meant that, until my junior year of high school, I was wholly dependent on my parents to drive me if I wanted to leave the house. Though my life outside the home consisted of little more than school and meeting friends for lunch at Cosi or peppermint hot choc…