Category: I Drive SF

My kind of passenger

It was one of those nights, when you’re out late, chasing ghosts all over The City, even though the streets…

5 days ago

The man who ran the madness

On Saturday morning, I turn in my cab around 7 a.m. Before making the long trek to the 24th Street…

2 weeks ago

Stranger than fiction

Even though I actively avoid reading negative comments online, a “friend” recently tagged me in a Facebook comment on an…

3 weeks ago

The taxi driver’s worst enemy

During shift change last Saturday morning, a bunch of drivers are standing around the National office, chewing the fat and…

4 weeks ago

Rage on the streets of San Francisco

Last week, I broke my vow not to engage the swarm of Uber/Lyft drivers who pour into The City each…

1 month ago

Waiting for the man

“I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking.” – Christopher Isherwood I recently discovered that…

1 month ago

Please don’t let me be misunderstood

At any time of the day, Market Street can seem like an inside joke among city planners and the wanton…

2 months ago

Mr. Judy gets clean

“I’ve been feeling so much better since laying off the drugs,” says Mr. Judy. “I’m on top of my game…

2 months ago