The streets of San Francisco are ribbed for your car’s pleasure. And the massive potholes, some of which could easily…
I’m rolling through the Bayview on Jerrold, heading back to the Mission after dropping at Third and Newcomb, when the…
Every once in a while the sun shines on a taxi driver’s ass. After getting some leeway from the very…
For some stupid reason, I still start my shifts at Caltrain these days, even though the construction on 4th Street…
Last week is a blur. In retrospect, I’m not sure why I thought I could do five taxi shifts in…
I’m cruising down Haight Street when four women flag me outside Magnolia. They’re going to the Marriott Marquis. “But first…
It figures. Just when I’m finally getting Zen about sharing the road with all these Ubers and Lyfts, on Saturday…
Tonight, The City is a ghost town. Burning Man, Labor Day weekend and the end of summer vacation have all…
Based on what I’ve been hearing while I linger outside the National office, things aren’t looking good for taxi drivers….
It’s been a while since I’ve taken anyone on a drug run. This past week, though, I had two round…
