Rush job
We were sitting there, just enjoying the still, when a man comes running in from the darkness, smack into the automatic door, which of course was locked while the operator was outside. He looked around, and my companion sighed, got up, handed me the cigarette and went off to serve the guy.
Dream Performance
February 18, 2010 by PeskiePete
Filed under Featured, Taxi
The strains of Humphrey Lyttleton and Acker Bilk wafted through the cabin
The colour of breakfast
Three young people from the post-midnight cab rank. They were in a good mood, continuing a conversation about tummy rumbles as they hopped into the cab. Young man beside me, sweet young thing in the back, and another young chap beside her. “So embarrassing!” she said. “Everyone looks around when they hear the noise.” “Ah, [...]
Golden Horn
“He blows a golden trumpet,” I tell the passengers, and out of all jazz musicians, I think I love him most of all. He also sings, and some of his love songs are classics, full of emotion and wordplay. My kind of music.
It finally happened!
Well, that’s one more place on my cabbie blacklist. Certain addresses I just won’t touch. Homes where the residents call multiple cab companies, taking the first one that shows up. Homes of people who have been abusive. Clubs with lax security enforcement. It was past half-time. Half-time for me comes after the Perth flight at [...]
Starting the shift
With any luck, this should be the permanent home for my taxi blog. Canberracabbie, One More Fare to Make My Night, Car 58, Where Are You? is now One More Fare.
I’m on Gmail as OneMoreFare, Facebook as Onemore Fare, and Twitter as OneMoreFare.
I’m reactivating my blogroll and will link with my brother cabbies around the world.
And I will blog consistently. Honest!
Darkseeing
I was munching on a carrot in my cab, number two on the Manuka rank. Reading Further Tales of the City and just chilling. So I was surprised when a passenger opened the door and got in. “What about him?” I asked, indicating the cab ahead. “I didn’t want to wake him up,” she said, [...]
RIP Betsy
Heavens to Betsy, but she was the cab they drive in Paradise. so much to love about her. Automatic windscreen wipers, for example. They worked off a sensor, so you never had to fiddle with intermittent settings, or even turn it on. They were always on, and the more rain you got, the faster they went.
Just remember to turn them off before going through the car wash!
Turning eighteen
Last night was a fresh start and a storm. I’ve driven TX58 for the last time. A short shift, because I was so very tired. I collected my wife from the airport – it’s been a long day, she warned me, I need some TLC! – and instead of taking her the short drive home, [...]
Girl in a blanket
She was waiting for me outside Accident and Emergency. A cold night and she had a hospital blanket draped over her shoulders. I cranked up the heat as she got in, but she said, “No, I’m warm as toast. These things are great!” I had Chet Baker blowing a golden trumpet on the CD. Mournful [...]
