Connected Car
John was the guy who always made sure your chin strap was tight and your tires had air in ‘em. At 2:00 AM, on the side of a country road two hours from home with a busted motorcycle in the ditch? It was at about this point that I began to wonder what sort of meeting I was about to walk into. I was flying out on the whim of my friend, Mark, who isn’t actually named Mark. “They think they’re good people.”I smirked.