One of my first – and last – experiences with Uber was a late night ride through Mexico City. Suddenly, all of us in the back seat roared into the roof of the car, and the tallest of my friends subsequently had to wear a neck collar for weeks. The driver had overlooked one of the countless road bumps which – combined with unprepared earthquake holes in the roads – force the traffic in this megabyte to alternately speed up and slow down hard.
The driver was apparently completely untrained, but was driving a shiny new and shiny white oversized car. Besides 'fucking fools', I remember thinking about the driver: 'If you can afford such a car, why in heaven's name are you driving an Uber?' The answer is probably – I know now, after that. . .