"My car is spying on me, and has taken to sending me passive-aggressive emails"by Sam Leith / June 16, 2016 / Leave a comment
Published in July 2016 issue of Prospect Magazine
“How’s my driving? Call 1-800-BITE-ME.” This bumper sticker, glimpsed on American trucks, seldom failed to give me a smile. Now it inspires a sort of nostalgic yearning. My car is spying on me, and has taken to sending me passive-aggressive emails.
Driving used to be a more or less binary proposition. How you went about it was your business until you actually crashed—on the sound principle, enunciated by the judicial philosopher Zechariah Chafee, that your right to swing your arm ends where the other fellow’s nose begins. Big data and modern car insurance has changed all that.
If you’re my wife, and you reverse onto the main road outside our house and get socked in the rear end by someone doing 40 in a 30mph speed zone (crunch, tinkle); or if you’re me, and you have a tendency to get distracted while pulling out of a tight space in a supermarket car park (crunch), insuring the family vehicle is an expensive business. The words “no claims bonus” are not in our lexicon. When our elderly Škoda gives up the ghost, it’ll probably be cheaper to coast to the hard shoulder, debouch en famille and tiptoe away rather than to sell it. Inside, it’s all mashed banana and scratched Fireman Sam CDs; outside, it’s all mashed bodywork and scratched paint.