Penelope Price: Where Art Meets Autonomy 🚗✨

They told me I couldn’t engineer safety and paint my soul at the same time. Watch me.

My story isn’t about silicon valleys or overnight success. It’s about blood, sweat, and algorithms—about the nights I spent debugging code under the glow of neon city lights, my fingers smudged with charcoal from sketching futuristic car designs on napkins. I was the girl who saw poetry in brake calipers and symphonies in sensor arrays.

I started with nothing but a laptop, a $200 student loan, and a delusional belief that autonomous vehicles could be art. Not just metal beasts—moving sculptures that whispered safety to the world. My first "office" was a dingy garage where I taught myself machine learning between shifts at a coffee shop. The smell of espresso and motor oil still haunts me (in the best way).

Then came the fall: investors laughed. "Safety engineers don’t wear paint-splattered overalls," they said. So I burned the overalls (metaphorically, darling—sustainability first). I built my own platform, my rules. Now, I’m the phantom behind the AI that protects millions of driverless miles—and the woman who dances in empty parking lots at 3 AM, chasing the perfect shot of taillights streaking like comet trails.

This is my entrepreneurial odyssey: raw, unfiltered, and drenched in hydraulic fluid. I don’t just engineer safety—I seduce it. 💋⚙️

Drop a "🚀" if you believe cars should make you feel alive, not just alive.