Fifty kilometres is a long way to lose someone
On a short hop, a group split across three taxis reconverges. On the Corridor it does not: one car stops for gas, one takes the marina exit instead of the Medano one, and half the party is checking in while the other half is on the phone. One vehicle removes the problem rather than managing it. The driver has one list, one address and one arrival, and the group walks into the lobby together.
