
Growing up, James Bond movies were my favorites, and high among them was The Man With the Golden Gun. I don’t remember when I first saw it, but what stuck most in my impressionable young mind was a car. No, not one of Bond’s tricked-out sports cars with ejection seats or retractable machine guns, but a rather unlikely object of male desire, an AMC Matador.
I remember Bond driving in hot pursuit of a bad guy in a Matador. Temporarily giving Bond the slip, the villain pulled into a conveniently located garage/hangar and quickly strapped most of an airframe, complete with jet engine, onto the roof of the car. When Bond arrived on the scene moments later, he looked on in frustration as his nemesis took off and escaped. While I didn’t think much of the Matador itself, the idea of having a flying car was, to me, just about the greatest thing since sliced bread. I imagined that someday, in the unthinkably far-off year of 2000, maybe I would have one myself.