Drive is more a savage and deserving indictment of a giant enterprise in a gig economy that cares two hoots about imperiling lives and futures than a stark story of a young man who leads a life in between two successive paychecks, despite holding onto a stable day job, boasting two college degrees, donating a little more than thirty-nine gallons of plasma until his arms resembled divots (you read that right), and doing all of these things when not doubling up as an Uber driver throughout the night.
Jonathan Rigsby’s life faces an existential crisis when a trifecta of calamities in the form of a broken marriage, burgeoning debts and an unceasing torrent of expenses raise their dreaded hoods. In desperation, Rigsby registers himself as a driver for Uber. Thus begins his life as a small cog in the gigantic wheel that is the gig economy. This work lends a sneak peek into Rigsby’s experiences spanning over eight thousand drives, hundreds of passengers, an eclectic agglomeration of emotions, an unpredictable bouquet of behaviours and a lasting memory of impressions and idiosyncrasies, nostalgia, and nightmares.
Rigsby’s diverse experience behind the wheel of his car, at times reads straight out a Wachowski Brothers – or sisters in the most contemporaneous sense – thriller. Getting an inside view into the trials and tribulations of his passengers as they spill out their woes and wisdom, Rigsby might have felt as though he was experiencing an alternative or parallel universe. From the sophisticated to the simple and from the refined to the rustic, Rigsby gets a ringside view into the entire tapestry of human emotions with every warp and weft lending itself to sharing, if not scrutiny.
When not trying to spill their inebriated guts out within the confines of Rigsby’s conveyance, people either choose to be an epitome of etiquette or a disgrace to humanity. An especial and dangerous illustration of the latter almost cost Rigsby an eye. When requested by Rigsby to get out of the car’s trunk and wait for another ride, since the car was already full of the stipulated number of passengers, an irate and inebriated man flings himself against an unsuspecting Rigsby, pummels him to the ground before unleashing a fusillade of punches one of which connects dangerously close to his left eye.
What follows is a continuing episode of blinding lights, a series of examinations and a potentially gloomy prospect of the loss of an eye. An excruciating Court battle follows and by the time the issue is set to rest after more than a year and a half, Rigsby is left with a compensation, terming which as paltry would be being virtuous to the grant, and his assailant is left with just a rap and a few hours of community service. Throughout the whole unsavoury process, Uber could not be bothered to be disturbed with such trivial issues.
Rigsby slowly masters the technique of identifying the right crowd, location, and time for optimizing his costs and maximizing his revenues. In the process he finds out the lies peddled by Uber in attracting drivers. Promising the world by proclaiming that a driver even when working at his or her own convenience could make as much as $90,000 per annum, Uber uses the technique of gamification to lure drivers to work as hard as possible. Fatigue for an Uber driver is as good as a veritable taboo. But the realities are tangentially different from the rosy proclamations.
Rigsby when struggling to maintain his own livelihood let alone providing for his son, unfortunately gets into the rut of regular drinking. When the consumption transitions from the regular to the copious, he fortunately grasps the enormity of the problem and seeks support. Writing for the New York Times, Mike Issac on the 22nd of February 2017, bared in a no-holds barred manner the workplace culture permeating Uber. In what employees’ term “Hobbesian” environment, the company pits worker against worker and turns a blind eye to even major infractions from the stand-out performers.
From managers groping women, directors hurling homophobic slurs and superiors threatening to beat underperforming employees head in with a baseball bat, Uber is a melting pot of reprehensible behaviour. Uber also is accused of regularly cheating drivers of their earnings. In 2023 Uber and Lyft agreed to pay $328 million after “cheating drivers out of hundreds of millions of dollars,” according to New York Attorney General Letitia James’ office. Uber’s share was $290 million while Lyft agreed to fork out $38 million. From 2014 to 2017, Uber deducted sales taxes and Black Car Fund fees from drivers’ payments when those taxes and fees should have been paid by passengers. Uber misrepresented the deductions made to drivers’ pay in their terms of service, telling drivers that Uber would only deduct its commission from the drivers’ fare.
Rigsby highlights his and his fellow drivers’ travails as they are left at the mercy of a hyper capitalistic animal that pays scant – if not nonexistent – heed to the predicaments of thousands of human beings which it fails to even classify as ‘employees.’
Drive is a candid quasi memoir of failings, resilience, and a reinforcement of optimism.