I kept desperately pushing on that sound icon on the TV screen and nothing.
Posted on January 6, 2016
Cab #202 is the new Cab 420.
Posted on October 19, 2009
Staying in the cab after our driver told us she did not know how to get to our address was complete insanity.
Posted on October 16, 2009
Kurdistan vs. Chicago.
Posted on July 3, 2009
Silent Cal's Moondance.
Posted on June 15, 2009
Once the no-hitter was spoiled, the perfect ride turned ugly.
Posted on April 20, 2009
Enjoy him while you can, because he's moving back to Bosnia.
Posted on April 16, 2009
This Millennium Falcon's hitting Warp Speed, Chewie!
Posted on April 14, 2009
A herky-jerky hybrid.
Posted on February 10, 2009
Name that funk.
Posted on January 7, 2009
A ride in The Cab of the Future.
Posted on January 6, 2009
A flash of genuine heart on the most competitive night of the year.
Posted on January 5, 2009
An odd odor, a deadly hue and a blow to my self-esteem.
Posted on October 20, 2008
A classic adherent of the Dropped Object school of driving.
Posted on July 14, 2008
There's a reason this is Cab 101, because you're about to get quite an education.
Posted on March 22, 2008
If you're single, don't take the Napa Valley wine tour by yourself.
Posted on January 7, 2008
Should I mouth "Help!" to that cop car beside us?
Posted on December 6, 2007
Somehow we were to blame for the perils of O'Hare cab culture.
Posted on October 30, 2007
Maybe this is really Cab #2112. The Rush cab. How cool would that be?
Posted on August 13, 2007
An exhilirating experience that may have included travel to distant planets.
Posted on July 16, 2007
This bus is haunting us. And so is that radio station - what is that, WLIT?
Posted on July 12, 2007
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 7, 2007
A pro who uses every inch of available roadway - and attendant vertical air rights.
Posted on June 1, 2007
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
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
This cab is sloshing and whirring. It's a creepy cab. And the driver is a phantom.
Posted on May 23, 2007
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
He's a serial lane-creator! Oh, was that us hitting the curb again?
Posted on May 18, 2007
The ride was not dissimiliar to being aboard Street Sense in the Kentucky Derby.
Posted on May 9, 2007
Eye candy with a possible side of nose candy.
Posted on April 30, 2007