09/02/2026
Three years ago, a venture capitalist named Bill Gurley stood on a stage at Royce Hall in Los Angeles and gave a talk called “2,851 Miles.”
My brother, Dutch, and I were both in attendance.
I have watched it several times since.
Not because it upset me.
But because a man I have never met stood in front of a thousand investors and described, with precision and considerable warmth, the thing I do for a living.
He got a standing ovation. Somebody in the crowd yelled that he should run for president That was the best day of my professional life.
Nobody in that room understood why.