Mini Cabs From HellWe've all taken a dodgy cab in our time. One guy asked me to give him a back-rub in exchange for letting me off the fare. I was like, "here's the cash mate." Another chappy claimed to be Paddy Patel - a child actor from UK TV series Tuckers Luck - he drove like a speed freak and regaled me with stories that "playing a black Irish boy. England wasn't ready for it." So go on - tell us your worst and we'll tell the world.
[edit: for those confused by the term mini-cab, London has two sorts of taxis: highly regulated, licensed and salt-of-the-earth black cabs that you see in films and a whole bunch of unlicensed, uninsured, random cars driven by nutters who aren't supposed to pick up from the street (you have to phone for them). They are universally rubbish]
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rob, Wed 26 May 2004, 21:44)
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HellNot a london mini cab, but still a hell freaky taxi.
Once I was took a taxi to pick up a friend at the airport. The taxi looked fine and nothing was odd about it. The driver was a skinny old woman, and I mean old. She looked like she could of been a classmate of jesus. And she drove as if there would be no tommorow, she put her entire weight on the gas pedal and the car "flew" off. Then she smashed the break, then she started off again, and breaked.
I almost had to puke after that ride, dear lord.
Another time in turkey, I got into a taxi just to get back to the hotel. I didn't except it to be a good ride, but this was just too much for me. The driver was obviously some insane turk, he drove as if he had never had a driving lesson his life. After a while of attempting to stop myself from smashing my skull against the roof of the car or flying out of the window, some other turk taxi passed us. The driver wasn't happy about this, he stepped on the gas and chased the taxi, and blocked it's way so the taxi had to break. The driver just laughed and said something on turkish and continued driving.
(, Thu 27 May 2004, 18:51, Reply)
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