It’s the year 2020 or so, and a version of Nick Swanson with silver highlights aims his HumGrav toward a small-scale garage door in his attic. Like many houses these days there is still a garage opening toward the front lined with rakes and junk and smells of Ortho and mildew, but few of them actually hold cars unless it’s someone’s classic toy. The door opens automatically upon his approach and a few lights - mostly ornamental, mind you - surround the short runway pad in front of the doorway as the floating marvel eases its way into the maw for a perfect touchdown, every time, always within microns of the X’s painted on the hardwood as calibrated when the dealer set it up.
Despite the obvious mastery of anti-gravity technology and precision control systems even on the mid range models, these vehicles are not free from sound pollution, hence the name. But it’s the only way to go. Of course once he lands that means going into the house and doing something, watching 3D TV, although that would probably give him a headache...or is there a wife and kids? Who the hell knows.