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 onslaught of hurricanes, floods, mass shootings, Katrina Part
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 I HAD planned to take before accessing the
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 its iconic fog, I often joke with tourists
It’s 4:30 in the am, and Tony is sending me darting out of the office with an order up in Holly Park, a residential hood not far from the Citizen’s Cab lot out here at the edge of San Francisco.
It’s a new year. And Citizen’s Cab #26 is no more. Her medallion holder jumped ship over to DeSoto. And the mechanics magically transformed Citizen’s Cab #26, my trusty ‘ol Prius, into Citizen’s Cab #1015. Well, “magic” with the assistance
Monday Too damn early, and Alex, your trusty driver, is once again back in the office at ‘ol Citizen’s Cab. I grab my girl’s key and 3:45 medallion from the pegboard myself – Prius #26, as Tony is busy by
Tuesday 4:35am: I am out hacking the streets of San Francisco early, again. Something woke me up. A mental vortex emanating from my previous cab shift. A thought popped into my head during half sleep which kicked in my adrenaline,