Smart Cars Know Where You Drove Last Monday. Here's a Battle Plan.

Java-wise, I sometimes pick up a medium decaf at the Pastry Chef, where I might also grab a plain croissant, though most days I have coffee and a toasted poppy bagel at Bella's Restaurant. I do not get the bagel hollowed out, viewing this as an affectation. I freely grant this information; all you data miners fooling around inside my car can do with your findings what you please. The deeply paranoid national obsession with hiding personal info from online snoops is misplaced and counterproductive. These guys are going to get it anyway, so why obsess about it?