It occurs that one day we might sit ~ or stand ~ on a version of our boat, although I'll likely still be imagining it on my death bed:
Colin: We're there, aren't we? On the beach in California?
Priest: We are! The sun's setting. There's a crowd... they're all here for you.
Colin: And they're singing?
Priest: They are... the birds too.
Colin: Lift me up! Set me on the seat!!
Priest: You're on the boat now... the propellers are humming!
Colin: The counter-rotator's?
Priest: The counter-rotators.
Colin: Aaaaaaah.
Priest: I'm done here nurse ~ just one more nut-job at the end of the hall.
Let us examine what is out there however in terms of PAVs or personal air vehicles as opposed to PWC, Personal Water Craft (or Price Waterhouse Cooper).
The Volonaut at top-left will leave you with little change from a million dollars, but is from the same people (person, practically) who brought you the Jetson. It doesn't fly for long, sets fires we could do without and is not new: the Williams X-Jet below appeared in 1974 although you had to tilt it to steer. Nonetheless both are perfect for pissing off (or on) the neighbours.
Alongside, the Skysurfer also comes from a talented and passionate engineer (and I'm neither); but he doesn't quote a price, which is the last thing you want either online or in a brothel. It also has expensive replacement propellers written all over it, but hey, it's out there.
Below it however if it was propellers you wanted then Hiller's flying platform served a purpose back in '55. It was not nearly so practical as the altogether simpler (and safer) gyrocopter, however, and was never going to be parked on your driveway: which is where tech comes into its own as regards universal accessibility.
There's clearly a case for eVTOL taxis flying sightseers and rich people around, but motive means for individuals (there are no single-seat automobiles that I can see) except those on two wheels have a chequered past that I don't see improving any time soon.
But we keep trying, as the flowers bloom each Spring.*
*To paraphrase Herman Hesse, who so far as I know never owned an eVTOL.
