Taxi 66

The guy in the back seat, a fairly chunky sort of fella, caught sight of the “Route 66″ keyring I have bluetacked to the dashboard. It’s one I bought at the Route 66 museum in Chandler, OK last year, and I keep it there for daydreaming purposes. That half day spent exploring the old road between Tulsa and Oklahoma City was a very happy one!

Charles and Betsy

Friday it all came together and we swapped the patched-up Charles* for renewed Betsy. I got to drive her first shift as a reborn cab, just like I drove her first shift as a new cab last year.

Darkseeing

I was munching on a carrot in my cab, number two on the Manuka rank. Reading Further Tales of the City and just chilling. So I was surprised when a passenger opened the door and got in. “What about him?” I asked, indicating the cab ahead. “I didn’t want to wake him up,” she said, [...]

1. On the level

“That’s the new ASIO building going up,” the driver said, seeing Quint’s blank face. “Australian Secret Intelligence Organisation. The spy mob. Going to be a huge building. Five stories high.”
“Five stories?” Quint tried to imagine an office block stretching along Constitution Avenue, rising above the oak trees.
“Of course, those five stories will be underground. Security, you see. Just a grassy knoll on top.”