Kelly Dessaint

When it’s time for a change in the game

I used to loathe the idea of waiting almost two hours or more for a fare, but over the past few weeks, the SFO holding lots have become a sanctuary from the madness.

Escaping traffic woes at SFO

In San Francisco, it’s always open season on taxicabs.

Banging my head against a taxi shift

There was something in the air last week, and not just the glow of fireworks pulsating through the dense fog

What’s Pride got to do with it?

‘Does that make me jaded?’ asks the guy in the back of my taxi

Confessions from the back seat of a taxi

I’m rolling steady. One ride after another.

The angst of the taximeter

The Central Freeway is like a noose.

Playing the airport taxi game

I’ve never been much of an airport player. I prefer to work The City.

Sometimes it’s hard to be a liberal taxi driver

While waiting for the light to change at Fourth and Mission with a fare going to Davies Symphony Hall, a horde of Democrats crosses the street in front of my cab.

There’s always something to say about San Francisco

Venturing into Fisherman’s Wharf while the sun’s still out is a fool’s errand.

When even the Warriors don’t cheer people up

Despite not wanting to set a bad example for my two-year-old by staring at a phone all day on the couch.

Just another Wednesday night in San Francisco

Given the opportunity for a do over, I never would have worked last Wednesday.

Seeking a temple of the familiar

There for a while I seriously questioned my decision to leave National to drive for Yellow.

Back on the road, but it’s a rocky one

My first day back in a cab after a month long sabbatical transpired with more than a few bumps in the road.

Taking a break from behind the wheel

I never really wanted to drive a car.

How to become a taxi driver

One of the major “innovations” Uber and Lyft have unleashed upon the world is a low barrier of entry in recruiting drivers.

When passenger safety becomes a casualty of innovation

I’ll never forget my first wasted girl.

When you lose taxis, you lose a sense of wonder – and safety

When you live with a rambunctious two-year old in a cramped one-bedroom apartment, ignoring background noise is the only way to not go insane.

Remembrance of taxi rides past

Regulars come and regulars go.

When getting around is more about being trendy than saving money

You can learn a lot about the current state of transportation in the ad hoc cabstand outside Public Works at 3 a.m.

The loneliness of the late night taxi driver

In the small hours, Howard Street can be the loneliest stretch of…