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I Drive SF: It’s the cabbie’s life for me
by Kelly Dessaint Heading down Post Street, I wait for the light to change at Jones Street and practice my double bass drumming on the steering wheel while a Slayer CD blasts from the stereo in my...
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I Drive SF: The displacement narrative in a cab
by Kelly Dessaint San Francisco is like a drug. When it gets inside you, each moment is a revelation. Until things get ugly. On Friday and Saturday nights, after the bars have dumped their cockeyed...
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I Drive SF: A bizarre drive with a happy ending
by Kelly Dessaint After waiting an hour for an available cab, the window guy finally calls my name. He throws a medallion and key into the drawer. I exchange them for a fiver. More than ready to hit...
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I Drive SF: Guilty of driving a cab
by Kelly Dessaint Driving a cab in San Francisco is like wearing a target around your neck. It's always open season on taxis. On good days, the contempt most people have toward the taxi industry...
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by Kelly Dessaint I talked about driving a cab long before I went to taxi school. In zines, blogposts and Facebook comments detailing my experiences as an Uber-Lyft driver, I wrote about a quest for...
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I Drive SF: Confessions of a Taxi Shill
by Kelly Dessaint Dear reader, it’s time I came clean. I am on the payroll of the San Francisco taxi industry. That’s right, each week, the local bagman for Big Taxi goes around to all the color...
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I Drive SF: The most boring conversation in a cab
by Kelly Dessaint I go where the night takes me. From one ride to the next, I follow the whims of my passengers and take the path of least resistance. Although my trajectory is usually determined by...
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