Kelly Dessaint

The thin checkered line

For some stupid reason, I still start my shifts at Caltrain these…

Suits and leather jock straps

Last week is a blur. In retrospect, I’m not sure why I…

The many potholes on the road to self-driving cars

I’m cruising down Haight Street when four women flag me outside Magnolia.…

Where the streets have no rules

It figures. Just when I’m finally getting Zen about sharing the road…

The top light is on, but I’m not

Tonight, The City is a ghost town. Burning Man, Labor Day weekend…

Taxi drivers are dropping like flies

Based on what I’ve been hearing while I linger outside the National…

A drug run in the slow lane

It’s been a while since I’ve taken anyone on a drug run.…

Fear and loathing in the Marina

"Do you know the AMC on Van Ness?” asks the girl who…

A hell ride into the Peninsula

The cashier at the ARCO on 14th and Mission is a funny…

The invigorating power of gridlock

Last Wednesday night, I participated in a panel discussion for the annual…

A fleeting sense of worth when demand surges

Wednesday looked to be a promising night for taxi driving. With Phish…

Being at the right place at the right time

It’s a quiet night. I’m close to my nut, but still in…

The existential financier from Madison, Wisconsin

I’m on 11th Street, waiting for the light to change at Folsom.…

No one turns down a story from Late Night Larry

"San Francisco is always changing. So are we.” While I’m idling in…

Searching for pride at the end of the rainbow

“From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness…

What we talk about when we talk about Uber and Lyft

It’s 2:35 a.m. and I’m looking for a cabstand showing signs of…

The perils of shopping on the black market

I’m heading inbound on Market, trying to prevent a Yellow cab in…

Selling San Francisco out of the back of my taxi

"Welcome to summer in San Francisco,” I tell the two girls from…

The passenger is always right

The shortest distance between the DJ club and your apartment is a…

Fake $100 bill prompts violence and confusion

I don’t hear the details over the two-way radio as it unfolds,…