I needed a ride to the airport shuttle bus so I could get to SFO. I got an Uber whose rating was 4.26. I thought, “this could be interesting, let’s see.” He gets there fine, offers me a water before I get in the car, which was a clean, newer Cruze. He was a nice enough fellow with a clean car. Five stars if he doesn’t try to kill me. He tries to kill me. He can’t figure out how to navigate out of my street, a street that has circle in its name. He drives with his phone in his lap and despite constantly looking down to check the gps, he stops the car at the entrance to the freeway to ask if he’s going the right way. A mile up the freeway, he stops the car at the exit, in a lane that was flowing along around the speed limit and again asks if he’s going the right way. After a yes from me, he pulls over into the path of a pickup. I see how he earned his 4.26.