A case in point: The driver in the lane to my right. He’s twisted
halfway around in his seat, taking a picture of the Lexus that I’m
riding in with an engineer named Anthony Levandowski. Both cars are
heading south on Highway 880 in Oakland, going more than seventy miles
an hour, yet the man takes his time. He holds his phone up to the window
with both hands until the car is framed just so. Then he snaps the
picture, checks it onscreen, and taps out a lengthy text message with
his thumbs. By the time he puts his hands back on the wheel and glances
up at the road, half a minute has passed.
