Thousands of years from now, anthropologists will excavate the new, giant Microsoft garage, and assume that it must have been some kind of temple or burial chamber of some kind. After all, why else would a civilization build such an immense, underground structure out in the hinterlands, miles from the city center.
And, of course, it is a temple of sorts — to the internal combustion engine.
Perhaps it can be converted to the world’s largest mushroom Farm. Fleets of cargo bikes could make daily runs as far as Everett and Tacoma.
Or take the expanded Monorail line out there.
Your last sentence is predisposed to the idea that all cars will always run on fossil fuels. Don’t get me wrong, I’m as much of a transit junkie as anyone else that reads this stuff, but completely eliminating the need – never mind the desire! – for personal transportation is a pipe dream.
In my opinion, an underground garage is the best kind of garage. Sure, it’s a big empty space that is, as far as we here are concerned, fairly useless. The awesome thing about big empty spaces, though? Endless possibilities.
And hey, imagine how many bicycles that thing could fit?