Just the other day, I found myself in a perfectly agreeable electric vehicle built for nothing more than commuting. I got in, started the thing, wirelessly connected my phone, and set off. Soon after, I wanted to adjust the temperature and hit the universal air-conditioning button, but it did nothing. This meant I had to go to the main menu, scroll to the climate control page, and then slide my finger to set the ideal temperature, which was a massive pain because the car's damping made it feel bouncier than a jackrabbit on a pogo stick.
This is undoubtedly the one area in which cars have taken a giant leap in the wrong direction. It made me miss my 1983 Mini Clubman, not because it had no buttons, but because I could find all the buttons in pitch-black using nothing more than muscle memory. Thankfully, our celebration of 1980s week came along, presenting me with the perfect opportunity to get on my soapbox and complain about how we reached peak buttons in the 1980s.
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