Two cars passed by, the passengers staring at Rajesh. One even rolled down the window to double-check.
The feel was unbelievable. Like sitting on a throne. Like owning the world. Was it twenty years back when he had rode with his father? Yeah, his old man was the best. Sharp eyes. Light steering. Smooth turns. Nifty overtake. Perfect parking. Just watching him was a sheer joy.
But then the self-driving cars ruined everything.
A strong sense of power overwhelmed Rajesh as he pressed his foot down and revved the car.
The new rental was super. They had Dial M for Manual.