I’m zipping down the freeway at 70 miles per hour in a Mercedes-Benz S-Class and my hands aren’t on the steering wheel.
The wheel jogs slightly to the left, then returns to center, moving eerily on its own. The executive-class sedan is driving itself -- gas, brake and steering.
I’m trusting the digital ghost in this machine to keep us from plowing into the left-hand guardrail. I always figured the day of self-driving cars would arrive; just not so soon.
A soft warning chime. The car will self steer for only ten seconds without a hand on the tiller. After that you get another warning beep and the wheel goes slack. You -- or the car -- are on your own.
That’s okay, I’m happy to take back control.