With some reservations. When I first tried Waymo after it landed here in Los Angeles, I was prepared to loathe the entire experience. Yet more low-wage workers out of a job thanks to ruthless automation. Efficiency over humanity. Plus, the cars looked stupid. Clunky modified Jaguars with a bunch of bulbous sensors all over the thing. Waymo cars resemble an expensive PC gaming mouse on wheels. Some of them even come splattered with garish, multicolored graphic art designed to make the cars seem more friendly and less like a traveling recession indicator. And yet, I found myself eerily at peace inside the cold, sterile environs of the car. There was no driver, which meant no mystery smells, haggling over the radio, or idle chit-chat.