Sitting in his spacious office, under the watchful stare of a giant pterodactyl head mounted on the wall behind his desk, Paul MacCready is recounting the virtues of his 1988 Buick LeSabre. It’s reliable, it has good acceleration, and it’s reasonably comfortable, he says in his rumbly monotone. It gets me from point A to point B.
To those who know him, such a glowingly practical assessment of what is--let’s face it--a pretty ordinary car would hardly be surprising. MacCready is, after all, a Caltech-trained engineer with zero tolerance for useless frills. He is also a straight-arrow businessman who founded two modestly successful technical companies, as well as a guy who enjoys stopping at the Caltech faculty club on the way to his corporate digs at seven in the morning (after having already put in two hours of work at home) for a bowl of All-Bran.
But how to explain ...