Whenever a child walking along a four-lane exurban road is killed by a driver who swerves into the shoulder, whenever someone can get away with driving 98 miles per hour in a 55 zone, whenever a family of seven in an ostensibly safe minivan is killed despite the self-evident technological ability to limit speeds, redesign roads, and enforce existing regulations, it seems reasonable to infer that car culture isn’t really about sexy concept cars or futuristic taillights. Car culture is really about death.