Kelly Dessaint

A fool’s errand

Since last week’s column, I’ve responded to numerous emails and comments from…

Pimp my taximeter

As the prime movers behind the Uberization of San Francisco’s taxi industry,…

The Regulars

Not all rides are created equal. Some involve a series of obstacles,…

Marin County thrill ride

During last call on Friday nights, I usually wait out the shit…

Taking grandma to the crack store

After dropping a fare in the Richmond District late one night, I…

Felicia the freeloader

I’m sitting on the throne at the Hilton Union Square, watching the…

A hard rain’s a-gonna fall

When a hard rain is falling, it’s hard not to complain. As…

Playing the radio

I play the radio loud. Which is the only way to decipher…

Canary in the coal mine

I was talking with a journalist recently about the inevitable death of…

How to hail a taxi

You know it’s a slow night in The City when practically every…

The art of driving a taxi

When done properly, no two cab rides should ever be alike ...…

When all else fails, there’s always the SFO casino

On most nights, deadheading to the airport is a gamble. But with…

The Tenderloin is for lovers

It’s late. Wednesday night. I’m making one last round through the Tenderloin…

Fumbling the inbound shuffle

Slowly, as the holiday season recedes like a bad memory and 2018…

A taxi-driving hero ain’t nothing to be

Last night, I get home from work at 2 a.m. After a…

Where have all the good rides gone?

Without the fireworks and traffic along The Embarcadero, last Sunday night would…

A legacy of grievances

"San Francisco is a white-collar crime,” the woman in the back of…

A taxi driver and his cab

From my earliest days at National, I fought tooth and nail to…

Any which way but downtown

Last Friday, I start my shift like I always do these days:…

The night we drove Yellow around

It was just like the old days. Before the taxi industry went…