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I drove Cab for 20 years, It's been 5 years since I driven do have a bunch of short stories but don't if I'm a good story teller online, If goes ok, I'll keep on adding.

Like most Cab stories are about dealing with drunks and runners (people that bolt without paying).

I picked these 3 or 4 idiots up from a local bar (small town 20-30 minutes outside of Toronto) and was taking them to the next town over so a ok paying call, so were getting close, make left here, right turn there in this subdivision, and one of them points to the last house on the right at the bend next door to a park which is straight ahead, so I'm suspicious and cautious, I name the price as were rolling closer to the house, their hands start going to their pockets a good sign but I'm still cautious so I slowly pull up and in driveway sideways towards the park their still going for their pockets and all a sudden they bolt and scatter but one heads to the park.

So I hammer the Crown Vic's gas pedal and hear the doors slamming from me taking off across the sidewalk towards the park, it didn't take long to catch up as he was running up the small grass hill going into the park, all a sudden he's a couple of feet in front of my bumper, so I'm worried a little he might drunkenly slip and fall in front of me so I pulled up beside him trying to grab his hoodie but couldn't so I opened my drivers door and tried to hit him with it. But he ran into a small patch of trees and bushes, so I just circled around them like I was in Mad Max or something, he finally ran towards the play ground and I circled him there, he found his opening ran down the sidewalk path.

He had a pretty good head start as Cab made it down the narrow path (i do most my chasing from the car) so I get out to the street see him no where so I figure he was in one of the yards so got out of my car :( and found him under the back porch, started dragging him out by his feet but guess I woke up the house threating this runner and had to explain to the people and turns out the kid lived next door so his parents paid.

A lot of drivers wouldn't bother for the risk and effort plus if you don't end up getting paid your just losing more money not doing calls especially at bar time, but F that if I think there's a chance of catching you I'll spend hours even come back for days if I have to, plus I probably scared that punk for rest of his life bet he didn't run again :)

I had a bunch of young girls do a similar run for only $5 lol, wasn't gonna do anything but figure should scare them a bit so hopeful they don't do it again so drove down the pathway seen a few run into someone's backyard, found them in a bush crying lectured them as I lead them out of the yard then drove away, who knows if they did it again, better when dudes run you can beat them up then if the cops come they will give them a tune up too :)

I had another kid run on me, was chasing him down the sidewalk in the cab on a main street in the middle of the day, grabbed his hoodie tied his sleeve to the door so he couldn't run but he got out of his hoodie before I fully got out of the car, I chased him around the car a couple of times as he was screaming I couldn't beat him cause he's a kid, I asked him his age and he said 20 years old, I informed him that's definitely old enough for me to kick his ***, but I got tired of chasing let him run off, hopefully was his favorite hoodie :)

Last quick one, I was chasing this time on foot and the guy stopped and walked back towards me and said that I couldn't do anything, so I yelled help help I'm being robbed and I smiled devilishly at him holding my Maglite now I can beat ya lol, he said I was crazy and ran off :)
 
Riding in a cab is something I've never done. I did help a friend swap a 454 into a Checker once. It was a cool car. Pretty quick for as big and heavy as it was.
 
Riding in a cab is something I've never done. I did help a friend swap a 454 into a Checker once. It was a cool car. Pretty quick for as big and heavy as it was.
I never really did until I started driving cab but then it was more like asking a buddy for a ride then getting a cab.

A 454 Checker pretty kool :)
 
I’ve ridden in cabs. I don’t have any stories one way or another regarding them. But I wanted to chime in on the hot rod aspect.
I saw a Checker Marathon at the track last year. 327 Chevy, ran low 12’s. Guy was in a club. I believe a lot of them had SBC’s. Easy swap, if so.
@RustyRatRod, was the one you worked on originally a SBC? Chevy was smart also making the BBC an easy swap. Same mounts, etc.
 
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I've never ridden in a cab. I went to New York City once, but beforehand, I thought the million taxis blowing their horns and driving like nut jobs was just TV. IT WASN'T....they actually did it!! :eek:
 
I've never ridden in a cab. I went to New York City once, but beforehand, I thought the million taxis blowing their horns and driving like nut jobs was just TV. IT WASN'T....they actually did it!! :eek:
Exactly. Nobody pays any attention to it after a while. Is the opposite where I live, a nice quiet area. When someone blows the horn and gets excited, we know they’re not from around here. If he’s blowing the horn at me, I drive slower.
 
The last time I rode in a cab was in Cancun, never again, the driver was a lunatic weaving in and out of traffic at speeds that seemed like 100 mph.
I remember his **** eating grin as I told him to slow down, the more I talked the faster he'd go because he couldn't understand a thing I was saying. lol
 
The last time I rode in a cab was in Cancun, never again, the driver was a lunatic weaving in and out of traffic at speeds that seemed like 100 mph.
I remember his **** eating grin as I told him to slow down, the more I talked the faster he'd go because he couldn't understand a thing I was saying. lol
During bar rush, basically when they let everyone out, It would take a few hours to empty downtown out, we pretty much could drive as fast as we wanted, cops generally didn't care cause the quicker we got people home the less **** that they had to deal with, if I got someone that seemed worried about speed I'd switch the dash to mph :) most didn't care were pretty much the only thing on the roads that late at night.
 
Exactly. Nobody pays any attention to it after a while. Is the opposite where I live, a nice quiet area. When someone blows the horn and gets excited, we know they’re not from around here. If he’s blowing the horn at me, I drive slower.
The one main thing that gives me road rage is someone honking when I didn't do anything wrong or something minor, to me honking for no reason is same as getting into my face and yelling at me.

Tailgating me, makes me drive slower, l won't brake check but I'll just go slower and slower as long your on my ***.
 
Tailgating me, makes me drive slower, l won't brake check but I'll just go slower and slower as long your on my ***.
Just yesterday, I was on the Garden State Parkway (here in NJ) doing the 65 limit. Woman behind me was on my a**. (The "I'm clueless" kind of tailgater.) I slowed to 45 before she woke up and passed me. She probably wondered what's wrong with the old bald fart. lol

As to the thread's content, I drove an 18 wheeler 1.3 million miles. I never could've driven a cab. :eek:
 
Just yesterday, I was on the Garden State Parkway (here in NJ) doing the 65 limit. Woman behind me was on my a**. (The "I'm clueless" kind of tailgater.) I slowed to 45 before she woke up and passed me. She probably wondered what's wrong with the old bald fart. lol

As to the thread's content, I drove an 18 wheeler 1.3 million miles. I never could've driven a cab. :eek:
Overall It was fun, but dealing with some of the customers **** was very trying at times, but now it's all a laugh. I always say if you want a job where you learn to hate people drive cab but I find it hard to hate so more like dislike :)
 
So my dad maintained a fleet of 20, or so, taxi cabs. Mostly a mopar fleet, at that. One of the drivers that we affectionately called "Idiot Ray" got stuck in a snow storm on the Baltimore beltway. Worried about running out of gas trying to stay warm, he had the bright idea of popping one of the dog dish hub caps off and using it as a fire tray on the front floor to burn his newspaper in for heat. He managed to put the carpet fire and saved the car.
 

I never drove a cab, but I did drive a tow truck for a while which is a relatively similar thing. Most of the time, it was OK. Car breaks down, car calls tow truck, car pays tow truck. All good.

There were two dicey situations however. The worst was bank repo's. I did some, and it was always hairy at best even though there was a bank rep present. People who are behind on payments know it, and are well aware when they get far enough behind the truck will be coming. That means they are on high alert all day every day in case you come for the car. The worst one of those I snagged from a workplace parking lot but the owner saw us and gave very aggressive chase all the way back to our shop where I'd radioed for help and police backup. That ended without a conflict, but it sure soured me for repo's.

The other stinker was what we called PPI's. That's a Private Property Impound. Mostly these were apartment complexes where someone decided using the guest parking was too much trouble so they'd just pull into some resident's designated spot, or park in a no-parking zone. The facility manager would call us to pull out the offending vehicle, usually late at night. I did a zillion of those. The pinnacle was when I had the car in the air and underway when a Really Big Guy jumped on the running board of the truck and tried to pull me out of the open window. I am decidedly not a Big Guy, but I did have a seven-cell Maglite clipped over the door for situations like this. If you haven't seen one, it's all aluminum, about 24" long and full of c-cells making it really, really heavy and sturdy. Anyway, it only took one energetic swat with the flashlight and Mr. Big Guy decided to pay up to get his car back and we called it a night.

I liked driving the truck, but I wasn't sorry when I moved on to driving semi's and left these headaches behind.
 
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