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Cab #1336
A classic adherent of the Dropped Object school of driving.Posted on July 14, 2008
Cab #101
There's a reason this is Cab 101, because you're about to get quite an education.Posted on March 22, 2008
Cab #3834
If you're single, don't take the Napa Valley wine tour by yourself.Posted on January 07, 2008
Cab #2038
Should I mouth "Help!" to that cop car beside us?Posted on December 06, 2007
Cab #539
Somehow we were to blame for the perils of O'Hare cab culture.Posted on October 30, 2007
Cab #21
Maybe this is really Cab #2112. The Rush cab. How cool would that be?Posted on August 13, 2007
Cab #6159
An exhilirating experience that may have included travel to distant planets.Posted on July 16, 2007
Cab #5321
This bus is haunting us. And so is that radio station - what is that, WLIT?Posted on July 12, 2007
Cab #2699
As we drove over the expressway he extended his right arm in a sweeping gesture and inhaled deeply. "Dat is de Kennedy," he said. I curled into a loose fetal position.Posted on June 07, 2007
Cab #6422
A pro who uses every inch of available roadway - and attendant vertical air rights.Posted on June 01, 2007
Cab #4856
We almost hit a car, a school bus, and a trolley - nearly completing the triple play. Then the driver chose to speak.Posted on May 29, 2007
Cab #6052
Ray St. Ray, the Singing Cab Driver, is in so many ways the unwitting father of Taxi Cab Journal. Now he's back, like a world-weary former lover. Only without the awkward sexual tension and emotional baggage.Posted on May 24, 2007
Cab #1889
This cab is sloshing and whirring. It's a creepy cab. And the driver is a phantom.Posted on May 23, 2007
Cab #580
The highest burglar-shield-to-fare-window ratio yet experienced - somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 square inches of ballistics-rated plastic for every one square inch of open space.Posted on May 21, 2007
Cab #5063
He's a serial lane-creator! Oh, was that us hitting the curb again?Posted on May 18, 2007
Cab #5514*
The ride was not dissimiliar to being aboard Street Sense in the Kentucky Derby.Posted on May 09, 2007
Cab #3067
Eye candy with a possible side of nose candy.Posted on April 30, 2007
Cab #324
He was driving a perfect game. Then he made a rookie mistake and everything fell apart.Posted on April 09, 2007
Cab #6681
He didn't find the cancer and rape bit on the radio funny in the least, but chuckled at the Holocaust joke. So, you know. Kind of uncomfortable.Posted on April 06, 2007
Cab #1490
Despite the nagging sense that no part of Driver #1490's barrage of facts and figures enhanced my ride or my life in any way, it was delivered with charm and genuine warmth.Posted on March 04, 2007
Cab #843
Daring, a little crazy, ultimately kind of pointless, and oddly unsettling.Posted on March 04, 2007
Cab #4364
"Traffic," Mr. Cool sighed just as I wondered if it was getting hot in there or if it was just me and my car sickness.Posted on February 17, 2007
Cab #2574
I've never known if van cabs were strictly for airport use or large parties; I confess, in my embarrassed ignorance, I've stood on cold corners and let van cabs go by with nary a wave. Not this time. Yet, the mystery continues.Posted on February 17, 2007
Cab #4356
Then, startingly, my driver shouted: "Ho's! Ho's! Pussy! Hookers, all up and down Madison! Clean! No AIDS!"Posted on February 15, 2007
Cab #6604
A little too much like just getting a ride from a friend.Posted on February 08, 2007
Cab #5746
How many service employees would be willing to float well-informed yet controversial moon landing hoax conspiracy theories in mixed company? That takes guts, my friend, and Driver #5746 has them in spades.Posted on January 26, 2007
Cab #427
A scatting, velvet-voiced chauffeur can overcome the cheesiest of soft-jazz instrumentals.Posted on December 20, 2006
Cab #1180
Imagine being transported in a giant vat of Pina Colada mix.Posted on December 14, 2006
Cab #369
The driver's odd behavior ranged from his strange choice of snack food to his red-light ritual.Posted on December 14, 2006
Cab #1396
He used to own a liquor store on the South Side. Now that was a dangerous job.Posted on December 02, 2006
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