Ah, the three-point turn. It’s been sorting humans into two camps for generations. Are you simply inserting that index finger into the yoke of the steering wheel and spinning that bad boy, glancing in your mirrors, and reversing direction like a boss? Or are you looking for a parking lot, or perhaps taking three rights and a left, even if it adds ten miles to the trip?

But I do think we now need to add a third camp of direction-reversing person. And this guy is living in it all by himself.