Last week I shared a clip of my first bicycle. I continue to work my way through the converted video files from my old family Super-8 movies and suspect I may have found an early influence for my multi-modal transportation obsession.

In the summer of 1965 I traveled to New York City with my parents for the 1964-65 World’s Fair. I apparently “drove” a car (on a track) and rode both a monorail and an aerial tram…