The hardest part of driving a cab in San Francisco is dealing with all the Uber/Lyft cars clogging the streets.  I’m willing to venture at least ninety percent of these freshly minted drivers don’t know what the hell they’re doing.  They double-park with reckless abandon, jamming up arterial thoroughfares and

Yeah, yeah, yeah… I know what you’re thinking.  Another stupid taxi article.  Who gives a shit, right?  Cab drivers are all assholes.  They won’t take you to the Sunset or Richmond districts.  So fuck them. They refuse to accept credit cards.  Rotten scumbags.  What about their smelly cabs?  The horrible

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It’s Saturday night. I’m cruising through Hayes Valley, keeping a watchful eye for street hails outside the Jazz Center. On Franklin, a hand goes up, though somewhat feebly. I pull over anyway. A young guy approaches my window. “Can you take me to Safeway?” I look in my rearview at

It’s inevitable.  Now that I drive a taxi, I regularly field the inquiry:  “So… have you thought about driving for Uber?”  When I tell my passengers that I did the Lyft and Uber thing before switching to taxi driving, they’re usually shocked.  “Don’t you make more money with Lyft and

So here’s the deal.  I went snowboarding in Tahoe last weekend for my friend’s birthday, which was really fun, especially if you enjoy masochism, but it ended up being kind of expensive.  See, between the lift tickets, equipment rentals, round-trip bus fare  and a plethora of jello shots at the