When I was a kid, in the 1970s and a teen in the 1980s, our family had one car and so did everyone else.  I don’t think I knew any family with two cars, unless they were proper fancy.   If Mum needed the car one day, she would drive Dad to work and collect him after, so we had the car to zip around in all day.  Usually, we would catch the bus into town or walk to the village and all help carry bags home. One of the first things I noticed when we moved to the United States 11 years ago was the overhead wires and cables, everywhere, wires in the sky across the garden and the roads, making the clouds ugly.  The other thing I noticed was the amount and size of cars people own and drive.  Every house seems to have a massive people carrier the likes of which were only used in the UK for trips involving a group of people and often a camping trip.  Filling a car …