Autonomy. Lawrence Burns

affiliated with various engineering-focused corporations. An inventor named Dave Hall had created an autonomous Toyota Tundra pickup truck that was notable for driving smoothly with a stereoscopic camera setup—it didn’t use any LIDAR at all. From Wisconsin, the makers of Oshkosh Trucks entered a six-wheel-drive, 32,000-pound fluorescent yellow behemoth with the imposing name of TerraMax. Louisiana’s Team CajunBot also used a six-wheeled vehicle. A fraction the size of the Oshkosh entry, it was based on an all-terrain vehicle more commonly used by the state’s hunters to navigate the bayou.

      Urmson, Peterson, Whittaker—all of them wandered the event, talking to people just as technically minded as they were. It quickly became apparent that Red Team was among the biggest of the teams. Popular Mechanics gave them seven-to-one odds to win, highest of all their competitors’. The front-runner status positioned Red Team as the entry everyone else wanted to beat. Urmson had posted on the Red Team website a photo of Sandstorm after the rollover. Now, as he wandered the raceway, talking to the leaders of other teams, Urmson spied the photo on numerous computer monitors. Some other teams had made it their wallpaper—as motivation.

      Adding to the excitement was the fact that DARPA’s public relations team had arranged for reporters and television producers from across the nation to visit the raceway. Urmson and his teammates had toiled for months in obscurity. The accolades they received at the Intel event had been nice, but the more common reaction to their work was incredulity. “A car that drives itself?” people would scoff. To many, it sounded ridiculous. The presence of the reporters going around interviewing anyone available reminded the competitors that their work was important. Important enough for the U.S. government to put up a million-dollar prize. Important enough, possibly, that it might save the lives of U.S. soldiers fighting in distant theaters of war.

      On the morning of March 13, 2004, the start of the race was one of the most exciting moments Chris Urmson had ever experienced. The robots were lined up in their starting chutes. Media and military helicopters hovered in the sky. Grandstands supported hundreds of spectators, each of them getting whipped by the desert sand, and over it all, Tony Tether’s amplified voice marked the momentous event.

      “We’re thirty seconds from history,” shouted the DARPA director into the microphone. “All right, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the bot has been ordered to run, the green flag waves, the strobe-light is on, the command from the tower is to move!”

      Because Sandstorm had performed best in the qualifiers, it had the honor of starting first. The big Humvee rolled slowly out of its chute. “Ladies and genetlemen, Sandstorm!” Tether cried. “[An] autonomous vehicle traversing the desert with the goal of keeping our young military personnel out of harm’s way.”

      The first complication in the race course was a leftward turn. Its inside edge was marked with some scrubby vegetation, and its outside edge, with concrete jersey barriers protecting spectators from the robots. Sandstorm followed the road perfectly throughout the curve and accelerated once it headed out on its straightaway.

      While it was still in view, Sandstorm ran over a hay bale. Urmson winced. But the big off-road vehicle just kept on going. Soon, the Red Team couldn’t see their robot at all. No one had thought to provide the teams with a video feed of their vehicle’s progress. All they could do was settle in and wait to hear reports issued back to the start from helicopter-borne observers and other officials set along the course.

      Soon, the other entries headed out: A team called SciAutonics II. Then CajunBot rolled its six wheels from the starting chute and drove straight into a jersey barrier. Team ENSCO’s robot, based on a Honda ATV, wandered from the road just past the turn, flipped over on its side and was out of the race just two hundred yards into the event.

      Palos Verdes High School’s autonomous SUV also ran into a jersey barrier. And then came the most curious of the entries: Anthony Levandowski’s autonomous motorcycle. Levandowski pulled it up to the starting line, activated the gas-powered motor, stepped away—and watched, brokenhearted, as the motorcycle immediately tipped over. As Levandowski would discover later, he’d forgotten to activate the gyroscope that kept the motorbike balanced. His race was over.

      Minutes later, Red Team heard from a race organizer that something was wrong with Sandstorm. The hay bale the robot had run over just after the start turned out to reflect an ongoing problem. Perhaps because its sensors hadn’t been calibrated properly, perhaps because the main LIDAR’s replacement unit scanned at a much slower rate than the original, Sandstorm consistently appeared to think that it was a foot or two to the left or right of where it actually was. The Humvee drove over a fencepost, then another and a third. Some miles later, the vehicle swung itself into a curve, a particularly tricky one given the inside edge was separated from a steep drop-off by only a knee-high berm. As Urmson and Peterson intended, Sandstorm slowed down as the road turned. But the robot was a foot or two to the left from where it should have been. As a result, the left-most tires climbed up the berm, then dropped down the steep inside ledge. Sandstorm was now stuck on its belly—what Urmson called “high-centering.”

      Things quickly grew worse. Sensing Sandstorm wasn’t moving, the speed control system kicked in, directing more power to the engine. One of the tires hanging over the other side of the berm was situated just high enough off the ground that it could still touch the Mojave sand. The friction heated up the rubber until it smoked and eventually burst into flames. The robot’s progress was over 7.3 miles from its start.

      The media used Sandstorm’s flame-out as a metaphor for the entire event. The number-two entrant, SciAutonics II, also got stuck on a low hill of earth. Dave Hall’s Toyota Tundra became confused by a small rock. The UCLA entry, Golem Group, stalled out when a safety device prevented its engine from accelerating enough to get up an incline. And TerraMax, the 32,000-pound monster truck known for its brute force approach, ended up halted when a pair of tumbleweeds it incorrectly considered immovable obstacles blew ahead and behind it. And those were the best-performing vehicles.

      The result put DARPA director Tony Tether in a tough spot. At the other end of the race course, in Primm, Nevada, was a tent full of reporters who had traveled across the country to file stories on the race winner. Tether figured he was going to get killed by the press—an expectation that proved right. “DARPA’s Debacle in the Desert,” went one headline. The gist of the stories portrayed DARPA as an out-of-touch government bureaucracy that had wasted money staging a fool’s errand. So to distract them, Tether took the stage and announced a second race, to be held in a year or so, with a doubling of the 2004 race’s purse, to $2 million.

       Chapter Two

       A SECOND CHANCE

       The only way to prove you’re a good sport is to lose.

      —ERNIE BANKS

      Red Whittaker started planning for the second race even before Sandstorm returned to Pittsburgh from the first. Through his repeated entreaties for sponsorship, Whittaker had developed a relationship with AM General, the company that manufactured the Humvee. Now Whittaker thought he could convince the executives to donate an additional vehicle for Red Team to use in the next challenge—if the executive team would only witness a demonstration of Sandstorm’s capabilities.

      Several days after the first challenge, Whittaker, Spiker and Peterson arrived with Sandstorm at the AM General campus in South Bend, Indiana, to conduct that demonstration. Spiker and Peterson stayed outside and set up the robot on an obstacle course the Humvee manufacturer maintained to educate new owners on the capabilities of their vehicles.

      One element of the obstacle course was a concrete tabletop structure, maybe eighteen inches off the ground. Peterson and Spiker wondered whether Sandstorm could drive itself up and onto the obstacle. Moments later, rather than creeping toward the tabletop, as Spiker and Peterson had intended, Sandstorm took off toward