We were heading to the burbs. Organizers have nicknames for everything. All work cars were burbs, named after a fleet of Chevy Suburbans donated to nonprofits like ours in the 70s. I had parked my burb (a two-door Focus nicknamed KITT) far from the office, across from Robert E Lee Park and past Hall and Sale. My friend, and today my manager, Amanda would be riding with me. We were talking—nothing memorable. I don’t even remember what about.

Her eyes looked past me. “Hey, hey!” she shouted. She ran, jumping up and down and waving her arms. She paused, watching a car turn the corner.

“What was that?”

“It was one of those Google cars.”

People have done crazy stuff in front of Google’s Street View cameras. They’ve streaked, flashed, robbed, urinated, and even staged a fake murder. And they’ve done jumping jacks trying to catch viewers’ attention, desperately shouting with actions and words “I am here.”

(Picture is a screenshot of MapSkip, an education tool where students can map their narratives and pictures on a GoogleMaps-powered interface)