It’s 4:30am, doesn’t really matter what day; I’m out in the lot prepping a Prius spare, Citizen’s Cab #2974 – with 320K on her. (My regular girl, 1015, is shopped, on account…
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It’s Friday, the end of a week of taxi’ing, which saw bipolar weather patterns exercising fight or flight across San Francisco, modulating from deluge to clear blue sky every two minutes, or…
It’s been a slow week for cabbing. Real slow. And really something of a head job. By random strokes of luck, each morning I’ll crack my (gas, gate, tips, bribes) nut by…
Back at the Citizen’s Cab lot, drivers mill about and shoot the shit exchanging war stories, as offering up warm wishes to each other’s families, and the occasional good natured jab. Often…
Let’s take a ride outside the taxi this week, passengers. After all, a cabbie gets a day off once in a while, to be entirely spent tying up loose ends. You see,…
“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” – Anonymous Despite popular attribution, this was NOT an utterance of Mark Twain. But, it is definitely feeling like “summer”…
When we last checked in on our driver, Alex had just dropped off a recovering junkie tranny named Candy – and her androgynous Chihuahua, Pepper, at their homeless shelter out in the…
Citizen’s Cab #1015 – San Francisco 8:00am: Morning rush hour is picking up. I’m headed east up Market, fresh from shuttling a suit down to The Financial. But who’s butt will fill…
Thursday It’s been a ho-hum morning rush hour, full of the same old beautiful and perfect California sun. I’m rollin’ easy, and business is like-wise temperate and smooth. The financial frost of…
Well, what to say? It’s been a smoky week hacking these San Francisco streets. Real fire and brimstone stuff. Having avidly watched all of the news prior, the relentless reports on the…
Okay, passengers. This week your driver’s back with an old-timey San Francisco ride-along in his trusty ‘ol Prius, Citizen’s Cab #1015. No more detours through rape, suicide or Buddha complexes. No more…
It’s 6:50am on a foggy San Francisco any given morning, and I’m doin’ the rounds in Citizen’s Cab #1015 spacing out to Milos Cardaglic’s guitar on Classical KDFC 90.3FM jamming Suite Espanola:…
It’s 4:40 in the am, and your driver is leaving the loo at his regular Potrero Hill Starbucks purged, refreshed, caffeinated, stocked with napkins and with the day’s Tweet behind him. (So…
6am: I’m darting up the stairs to my attic flat, with the cab out front with its hazards on. As is a darn nice convenience to actually live in San Francisco where…
This week, a short excerpt from San Francisco TAXI: A 1st Week in the Zen Life… ______ It’s end of day at ‘ol Citizen’s Cab, and I’ve just checked out at the…
For the better part of two years now, my mother and my best friend, Spermula bandmate and fellow cabbie, Christian, have been independently giving me the hard sell to “play the airport.”…
It’s noon, there are helicopters overhead, and traffic jams backing up Mission Street all the way to Division. It seems to be all about the left lanes feeding onto Van Ness, which…
Rolling the empty pre-dawn streets in ‘ol Citizen’s Cab 1015, it’s like old times. Karl’s back. (Karl the Fog, for those not following him on Twitter.) While San Francisco is known for…
And the ribbon keeps descending.
Didn’t drive Monday. I tried, hard. Real hard. But I didn’t sleep at all Sunday night. I kept tossing and turning in bed while envisioning potential road rage incidents and the possibility of plowing into some jaywalker challenging my taxi on the streets of San Francisco.
In hack news, the taxi biz has been okay this past week. Your driver scored three airports on Thursday, and was nicely busy outside of that to the tune of $245! This, as successfully avoiding the marijuana celebratory hajj on the Haight that is 420 Day.
Good Friday It’s been kind of a mind fuck driving a taxi around one of the richest cities in the country, San Francisco, these past seven years. Introspecting in the early morning,…
Over the many long rides we’ve shared together, you have read much ado from your driver about his introduction to this “lively” street vocation by way of cab school, of his cab school teacher Rose, and her Ten Commandments.
Citizen’s Cab 1015 is driving me aimless across a ghostly quiet San Francisco predawn. There’s a nowadays rare fog (thanks, global warming) blanketing the Marina district down here. And KCSM 91.1FM – The Bay Area’s Jazz station – and Artie Shaw’s St. James Infirmary sets the mood
It’s getting dangerous to take a ride in San Francisco these days, to be a passenger in Citizen’s Cab 1015… 9:30am: I’m rolling east up Market away from downtown, empty out of…