I summon the ghost of memes that are no longer funny. Chuck Norris, The Hypnotoad and Candlejack chase you away. I claim your pool and candy bar as my own, but then throw the candy away because I just realized that I hate Hershey's bars.
The trouble with most forms of transport is basically that not one of them is worth all the bother. On Earth the problem is with cars. The disadvantages involved in pulling lots of black sticky slime from out of the ground where it had been safely hidden out of harm's way, turning it into tar to cover the land with smoke to fill the air with and pouring the rest into the sea, all seem to outweigh the advantages of being able to get more quickly from one place to another – particularly when the place you arrive at has probably become, as a result of this, very similar to the place you have left, i.e. covered with tar, full of smoke and short of fish.