“Mad.” I don’t think that word means what you think it means.
I already knowed it. I’ve bin watering my herds out thataway fer a long time now. If’n I catch any of you cayuses jumpin’ mah claim, you can expect I will express mah displeasure with ballistic perferation.
I like rocketery as much as the next feller, an’ ridin’ herd on doggies comes as natchurelly fer me as breathin’. But I druther the rockets do the flyin’ and the cows keep their hooves planted square on the good earth.
Dissatisfied with the price and worth of high-speed rail in California, Elon Musk turned some of his SpaceX and Tesla engineers loose on the idea of regional transport between Los Angeles and San Francisco. Their white paper describes a pair of seven-foot diameter steel tubes mounted on concrete pylons along Interstate 5. The tubes are pumped down to 100 Pascals, or, as Musk’s team prefers to call it, 1/6 the atmospheric pressure of Mars. Inside the tubes, 28-passenger vehicles riding on air bearings would run the 350-mile route in 35 minutes, 70% of the time at near-sonic 760 mph.