Cab stories

Another can story coming up now... Traveling back to the hotel late last night, I hailed a cab and was unable to open the side door, so went and sat up front with the driver. The guy had long grey hair and love heavy metal (a running theme it seems in america).

We chatted about his life and daily routine and he ended up telling me about the mad things he has seen as a driver in NYC over the years. These include:
- picking up John Lennon and Yoko Ono ("how the hell would I know what to say to them?")
- having policemen "commandeer" his car on more than one occasion and take part in high speed chases ("ya know, follow that car!")
- having gun shots fly past him through his window ("oh yeah, a few times")
- seeing a small plane land in the road in front of him at night ("the pilot taking a failed u-turn off the Hudson river")
- interpreting the living and breathing flow of the city and it's traffic lights.

This has all happened while he has simultaneously taught himself stocks and shares in his down-time (and "getting stoned" at the weekend).

Shame he wouldn't let me take a photo. He was awesome.