A few weeks ago, I panicked my friends and family with a 13-second video clip. When I sat in the back seat of her self-driving Waymo car and recorded it, I could see the car’s steering wheel moving on its own. All responses were urgent and unnerving. A former colleague and my best friend from childhood each rolled out the same expletive, while another wrote “that’s horrible” followed by “how do you know” in all caps. rice field.
When I moved into my neighborhood last summer, I got my first glimpse of all-white Jaguar I-PACE SUVs, each covered in spinning cameras and emitting a space-age hum, all over the outer sunset. They were everywhere, running through the thick August fog. More than once at a stop sign he saw two of his Waymo’s stacked on top of each other.