Autonomy. Lawrence Burns
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speed of 21 mph. And their safety, Sandstorm, should finish in 7 hours, 1 minute.
Urmson and other Red Team members watched the race from Stanford’s tent, because Stanford had the best view. H1ghlander was first out of the starting chute. And in the initial few miles, it led the pack. Then, nearly seventeen miles in, H1ghlander faltered. The engine stalled and the vehicle came to a stop, then started again. Coming up on a hill, it stalled again. This time, the robot actually rolled backward. It crested the hill on a subsequent attempt, but still, nothing like this sort of engine trouble had ever happened in testing.
Red Team had people stationed at designated viewing points that DARPA had set along the course. Reports came back that another engine stall likely happened fifty-four miles into the race. The stalls prevented the engine from turning a generator that created electricity for the sensors. Backup batteries were able to provide some power, but not enough for the main LIDAR unit. That was set in a gimbal, which a helicopter camera crew revealed was positioned at a ninety-degree angle to the direction of the robot’s travel, rendering it completely ineffective.
The disabled robot slowed so much that the second entry to leave the chute, Stanford’s Stanley, caught up to H1ghlander at mile 73.5. DARPA had promised its contestants that their robots would be navigating a static environment, meaning nothing could move in any of the contestants’ fields of view. To prevent Stanley and H1ghlander from confusing each other, DARPA used a radio transmitter to “pause” Stanley for 2 minutes and 45 seconds, allowing H1ghlander to go ahead, creating some territory between the two robots. But soon after Stanley was reactivated, the robot caught up to H1ghlander a second time. This time DARPA paused Stanley for 6 minutes and 35 seconds. But Stanley caught up to H1ghlander a third time. Finally, at mile 101.5, 5 hours, 24 minutes and 45 seconds into the race, DARPA paused H1ghlander and allowed Stanley to take the lead. “Stanley has passed H1ghlander,” Tether announced in the observation tent, prompting Thrun to leap into the air in triumph.
Shortly after, and with an elapsed time of 6 hours, 53 minutes and 58 seconds, Stanley became the first robot ever to autonomously complete a DARPA Grand Challenge. Tether himself waved the checkered flag as Stanley passed the finish line.
Sandstorm launched at about 6:50 A.M. The robot rumbled out of its chute with its characteristic diesel knock. It made it through underpass one, two and three even though a software bug prevented the LIDAR from detecting the walls. In fact, it performed flawlessly until 6 hours and 30 minutes into the race, when it just scraped a canyon wall in the narrowest section of the route. Sandstorm drove over the finish line 7 hours and 4 minutes after it left the start chute—a variation of only about 1 percent from what the engineers had asked of the robot. It had done exactly what it was assigned to do in remarkable fashion, placing second, by time. And in third, limping into the finish, was H1ghlander, with an elapsed time of 7 hours and 14 minutes, or 55 minutes longer than the time the Red Team had set for it. All told, five robots finished the course.
Thrun was elated, of course. Later that day he and his team gathered onstage to receive a check for $2 million. But what was just as gratifying was the way the victory felt like a validation of the whole robotics field. More than a decade later, public attitudes toward roboticists have markedly changed. Back in 2005, robotics was associated in the public imagination with projects like Thrun’s 1998 Minerva museum tour guide—as novelties, curiosities that had little effect on anyone’s day-to-day lives. A self-driving car was different. Sure, the second DARPA Grand Challenge was a controlled scenario separate from the actual world because nothing else on the course was allowed to move. But it nevertheless represented a step toward actual robot cars, which everyone realized would, if they ever became a reality, transform lives. Standing up before reporters frantically scribbling down their words, photographers and videographers capturing their images and a crowd of people cheering their accomplishment, Thrun and his teammates relished the attention as validation that the world might finally recognize the potential of their chosen field.
Thrun was magnanimous in his victory. “It’s really been us as a field that were able to develop these five vehicles that finished the race,” Thrun said. “It’s really been a victory for all of us.”
Few on Red Team felt that way. It stung that they had devoted months to test Sandstorm and H1ghlander on some of the toughest roads on the planet—and then discovered on race day that the course was easier even than the well-graded roads that had marked the first Grand Challenge. It stung, too, that based on its performance in the qualifying events, a fully functioning H1ghlander would have taken the race. And it stung that, had Red Team’s leadership allowed Sandstorm to perform to its abilities, rather than playing it safe and limiting its speed, the older Red Team robot also might have beaten Stanley. Thrun acknowledged both facts. “It was a complete act of randomness that Stanley actually won,” he said later. “It was really a failure of Carnegie Mellon’s engine that made us win, no more and no less than that.”
“It was very much a winner-take-all event,” Urmson recalls, more than a decade later. “It sucked. There was no prize for second. This had been three years of people’s lives at this point. It was brutal. I remember seeing Red afterward, and that was the most distraught I’d ever seen him.”
“It’s right up there with the worst shortcomings of one’s life,” Red says, assuming full responsibility for what he still regards as a defeat. “I let a team down. I let a lot of people down. And in a lot of ways, in a bigger way, I let down a community and a world that didn’t see the best of the technology and the movement and the vision of what things could be.”
“It was a strange feeling,” Urmson says. “It was a day that five vehicles did something believed to be impossible. Our team had pulled together and achieved the impossible. We’d done the impossible—and yet we’d lost.”
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