Colourful night
And then I was empty again, cruising the winter streets of the nation’s capital, just Chet Baker and I in a silver limousine, cool as you like in the late evening.
A lonely hunter
The last houses disappeared and then we were on the Cotter Road and soon on Lady Denman Drive, past horse paddocks, bushland, the zoo and the dam. Not quite your howling wilderness, but neither was it a busy road. I started wondering about someone scrawling a name on a bit of paper and luring an innocent cabbie out into a deserted layby.
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 [...]
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!
Marooned
Some nights I do things I’m not proud of. But my work isn’t entirely delightful old ladies flirting with the cabbie, or returning tourists swapping travel tales. Sometimes I have to put the driver ahead of the passenger. Thursday night. It’s what they call “Uni Night”, and the clubs in Civic cut their prices to [...]
