One day, those who fetishise the internal combustion engine will be perceived the same way as steam engine enthusiasts are today.
At least, that’s what somebody on the internet told me the other week in fewer than 141 characters. I think he meant it as an insult.
Which, I thought, was a bit dismissive of those who appreciate a machine that, over the past 120 years, has liberated the world, brought freedom to billions of people and relief to the needy, built communities, shortened wars (other views on its role in them are available) and made intercontinental travel possible.
But internet matey was right. The path is set. Even McLaren, maker of specialist high-performance cars, knows the internal combustion (IC) game is over. Sure, beyond our highly developed world of high-tech, high-density living, I’ll be staggered if the IC engine doesn’t have another century of life in it but, still, its time will come.
When solid-state batteries become ‘a thing’ – and Dyson reckons they will by the time it introduces a car in 2020 – the IC engine’s number, which is already up, will look even shorter. “Please tell me this doesn’t run on gas,” they’ll one day say, like Dr Calvin in I, Robot did upon encountering an MV Agusta motorbike. “Gas explodes, you know?” Yes. We know. Goody.
And so, eventually, these machines will become the preserve of the likes of... who? Us? Bearded, jauntily hatted old men (plus some women; but mostly not), messing around in sheds, keeping things going, keeping skills alive, getting grubby hands, in the name of history.
Only, eventually, it won’t be that grubby a job, will it? It sometimes already isn’t, because of cars like the McLaren P1 – cars with IC engines but also a plethora of electrical and electronic systems. We’ll need more than just boxes of imperial tools to keep cars going. There’ll be electronically actuated dual-clutch gearboxes, active rear steering, e-diffs, hybrid systems, moving aerodynamic addenda and more, all to worry about.
One day, cars with all of these will be classic cars and they’ll need looking after. They’ll need specialists who aren’t au fait with balancing a quartet of carburettors but can look through lines of code on an obscure laptop programme and diagnose that your camshaft sensor is kaput. Instead of somebody who can beat aluminium panels, you’ll need a specialist who can cook up a new carbonfibre splitter or 3D-print a bit of a clutch actuator.
And so on it’ll go, I suppose, until one day, today’s next bit of technology is outdated, too. Apparently, there are specialists, even now, who retain banks of old computers so that they can parachute (not literally, presumably) into a thoroughly modern company and sort out whatever obscure finance or database system, for which they retain the correct software or operating system, goes awry. There was a lovely Post-it note on top of a laptop next to an old Formula 1 car at this year’s Goodwood Festival of Speed that read “Please set computer’s date to 1997".