The Concorde was fast, but not that fast. It could go from New York to Paris in just over 3 hours. The starry-eyed futurists of the song could be forgiven for expecting things to get even better. But even when oil prices were cheap, it was just too expensive to run, so we gave up on that dream, and now are lucky to travel that distance in 7 hours.

Boooo! From Commentary on “I.G.Y."