Category: I Drive SF

The scourge of the surge

It’s all part of the process. As demand spikes and dynamic pricing kicks in, Uber/Lyft drivers are desperate to take…

2 days ago

Getting stalked by a bad aura

Maybe it’s just my imagination. Or maybe I really do need to get my aura cleansed. That was Irina’s sardonic…

2 weeks ago

When a turnaround becomes a second chance

It’s a cold, blustery evening in The City. As I wait for a red light to cut me some slack,…

3 weeks ago

Taking a cop’s reprimand as a compliment

On Friday night, as the symphony and ballet are about to break simultaneously, I’m racing up Seventh Street, hoping to…

4 weeks ago

‘Tis the season to go old school

With the holidays fast approaching, there are certain things a taxi driver can count on: Union Square will be packed…

1 month ago

Why I hate being mistaken for an Uber driver

In a city where over 50 percent of the population relies on some form of public transportation, having wheels can…

1 month ago

Letting fate determine my trajectory

Not all rides are equal. Even if they start at the same point, destinations vary so drastically — and financially…

2 months ago

Driving into the apocalypse

My day begins under an apocalyptic sky. Due to the deadly Camp fire up north, the atmosphere in Oakland is…

2 months ago