Garrett Camp still couldn’t get the idea out of his head. The cabs in his city were shit. Worse, since he’d been blackballed from most of the services, he had begun resorting to black car services, and had collected a laundry list of the best private drivers in San Francisco, repeatedly pinging them whenever he needed a ride for a night out. But even that was imperfect. The money, the complexity of arranging pickups, the confusion of sharing rides with friends. It was too messy. He needed the best kind of cab—one he or any of his friends could hail directly from their iPhones. He needed an
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