A company from the United States recently sent a car into space. Probably the car was already in space and now it's even more so in space, but this kind of pedantry gets us nowhere fast, which might or might not be in space, depending on your favoured definitions of the words.
I, for one, am less concerned with the correct classification of the car's physical location, than I am concerned with the metaphysical and theological position. What of God – does God drive a Speed Roadster? But more importantly, what of the other fellow who lives out there in the Stratosphere banging on pots and pans at all hours of the night while us honest folk are just trying to get some sleep, and don't you know I have work in the morning?
I posit that this is no accident. All of this is part of Elon's cunning plan to claim control of the hegemony by giving the other fellow a form of transport. With this transport, the other fellow will come down and spread some pocks upon mankind's faces, similar to how us regular people smear margarine on toast. And who will be there, to save the day? Elon will be there to save the day.
Elon knows. He knows that the world needs Musk when the devil drives.
When only cars can fly, only flies will care. Photograph by markreading