I love it. My last day at work before our last vacation, scrambling to get out of my office and on the road, I apparently left my phone on the roof of my car, and it somehow hung on there for a number of miles before it couldn’t take it any more, and flew off somewhere along I-395, halfway between DC and Springfield, Virginia. I only know this because when my wife did “Find-My-Phone” a couple days later, in Florida, it was found on 395 in some little town I never even knew existed. It took 3 more days before my insured replacement arrived, so I had about 5 days of glorious, phone-free vacation, before I returned to my comfort level of distracted phone tethering to all the things I really needed a vacation from! We should lose our phones more often!