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Earlier this month in San Francisco, two friends and I wanted to imbibe strong rum drinks at the bar Smuggler’s Cove, so we used a phone app to summon a car. It arrived without a driver, we climbed into the back seat, and
Here I am, living the dream, sitting in the back of a taxi heading along Missouri Avenue in Phoenix, Arizona. It is another hot morning out here in the desert, with the temperature already nudging 100 degrees, even though it is not yet 10am.
As we take a left and cruise through the city, I’d like to ask the driver to turn up the aircon, but Houston, we have a problem. There is no driver.
The seat behind the steering
