I sensed right away that he was on the skids.
I Drive SF: Practicing the lost art of getting around
When I don’t have the cab, getting home to Oakland at night can be a long, arduous journey.
The Dreamforce convention ended on Friday and most of the drivers are hoping some of the 170,000 attendees haven’t left already
Thanks to AB 5, this column will no longer be weekly.
Some days it seems like winter is already here.
The image of laidback Californians is spurious at best.
It’s difficult to figure out how to get back on track once your timing is off. Do you speed up? Slow down? Take a detour?
The humiliation of feeling wanted one second and then rejected the next seemed to be the epitome of embarrassment.
Over the following days, a pall has hung over the holding lot at SFO where drivers congregate between rides.
When you deal with lots of cash, someone always wants a piece of the action.
Despite the allure of a San Francisco morning, this isn’t how I expected to begin my day.
Despite feeling out of synch most of the week, there was also a weird synchronicity at play.
Down at SFO, they were closing one of the three runways for 20 days to make repairs.
Some people come to the The City with more preconceived ideas than changes of clothes.
Back in the day, cab drivers were rude, refused to take people to the Avenues, and rarely showed up on time.
Naturally, many taxi customers balk at the prospect of paying more than the normal rate.
Everything hit at once last weekend. Besides Outside Lands, the Giants were…
You don’t need an independent transportation firm to know that Uber and Lyft are mucking up traffic.
Getting a long, profitable ride is such an anomaly, expecting more than straight meter and a tip seems kind of predatory.