Uber, plagued by internal meltdowns in management and human resources, has pressures from without as well.
Lyft uses an app to pick up riders and provides competition, as does Via which offers a rideshare twist and a cheap fare.
Uber’s problems may have started, however, with the archival grandiosity of their corporate name. Branding yourself with a somewhat tainted word that conjures some not happy WWII images of dominance, or would-be dominance, may have been its first misstep.
At the very least it suggests an arrogance of vision. Wouldn’t you rather get a lift from Lyft? It appears that the arrogance is systemic it seems from what one reads about Travis Kalanick’s company.
Who’s driving this…?
Is everyone completely comfortable with driverless cars?
Is this concept– from 1950s cartoons, it seems to me– well thought out?
Is it possible the machine is smarter than the human? Will it make better decisions in critical moments in traffic?
Granted, it’s not always clear how well a driver handles him/herself in crises on the road. There are plenty of accident statistics to refute the idea that men and women should control the steering wheel.
Nonetheless, the image of a car turning with no one in the driver’s seat gives me pause.
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Will we all be consumers with none of us being providers? Will work be something only androids and robots do?
There is a kind of thril that maybe, just maybe, has been dilluted by our delivery culture.
Those of us accustomed to seeing the FedEx man drop a package at our door, or the Amazon checkmark brought to the doorman, may not feel the excitement of anticipating the mail.
It’s Christmas morning every day, noon and night, and so we don’t tremble with delight over the boxes left for us. We yawn when we break open the seal on the carton that came from macys.com; we were expecting all along. Retail deliveries are ordinary events in a world where on-line is the way to shop. We are inured to the kind of kick kids feel when they get a shiny new toy.
We get dinner by delivery too, so the pleasure of surprise is lost on us. The delivery man comes, and we get our order.