Kelly Dessaint

Playing the taxicab hustle pays off with bigger fares

Last Thursday was my first taxi shift in two weeks. After failing…

Inside the secret life of taximeters

“Just so you know,” says the guy in the back of my…

A ride for everyone

In a Yellow cab, you really stand out. Besides the distinctive, universally…

Navigating new terrain in familiar places

Deep in the cut, I play the radio hard. Taking one order…

Driving San Francisco again

It’s all about the radio… Back in the day, Veterans Cab was…

The scourge of the surge

It’s all part of the process. As demand spikes and dynamic pricing…

A rider delivers an all too familiar rant about The City

After circumventing the 45 bus, the red carpet on Third Street is…

Getting stalked by a bad aura

Maybe it’s just my imagination. Or maybe I really do need to…

When a turnaround becomes a second chance

It’s a cold, blustery evening in The City. As I wait for…

Taking a cop’s reprimand as a compliment

On Friday night, as the symphony and ballet are about to break…

‘Tis the season to go old school

With the holidays fast approaching, there are certain things a taxi driver…

Why I hate being mistaken for an Uber driver

In a city where over 50 percent of the population relies on…

Letting fate determine my trajectory

Not all rides are equal. Even if they start at the same…

Driving into the apocalypse

My day begins under an apocalyptic sky. Due to the deadly Camp…

Helping out strangers in a strange land

Outside the Hyatt Regency, an Amtrak Thruway Coach idles in the bus…

When bloviating regulars are no longer worth the effort

It’s all fun and games until you realize you’ve been listening to…

Driving home a weeping, staggering dinosaur

As last call draws near, the lost souls of Halloween wander drunkenly…

One step over the (picket) line

If anyone happened to be surprised by the SFMTA’s recent decision to…

‘So, how long have you been part of the problem?’

“In the end, everyone in San Francisco will get evicted.” The guy…

Navigating a Friday night blowout

The streets of San Francisco are ribbed for your car’s pleasure. And…