I was reading one of my favorite blogs yesterday, The Bloggess. Jenny is very cool and I think somewhat demented, which of course automatically makes her one of my favorite people.
She wrote about getting into taxis and waiting for the disco lights to go on ALA Cash Cab; and how they never do. I mean I guess they do sometimes or there wouldn’t be a show; but with 13,000 taxis in NYC, the odds are definitely stacked against you.
But at least the cabs in the U.S., Cash Cab or not, have all their floors. It wasn’t until our cab in Puerto Vallarta started moving that we noticed that a big part of the floor in back was actually missing! And seatbelts? Please. I sat between Brett and Amanda and kept my arms out in front of them in what would’ve been a futile attempt to restrain them had we been in a wreck.
The condition of the cab made me nervous and it didn’t help that our driver seemed to be related to every other cab driver in the city and enjoyed having animated conversations with them turning his head left or right as need be while he was driving
Looking straight ahead while driving a taxi not required in Mexico I realized.
I digress. Back to the cash cab. Sorry, I can’t help you find that. However, if you do want the disco experience in a cab and you just happen to be in Aspen, CO, playground of the Richey Riches, you can call the Ultimate Taxi.
We’ve been in Aspen a few times and I’ve seen the taxi around. It looks like a lot of fun. (Mr. No Fun wouldn’t spend the $125 for us to take the 30 minute ride.) I actually may have enjoyed it more back in the early 70′s when I had a few enhanced sensory experiences. Alas, those days are far behind me now.
Just ignore the twit in the clip.
Sure 1300 taxis but not all are minivans.
I am confused young one.
It would be easier to find the cashcab in a city of 1300 cabs when the one your looking for is a minivan. And I’m 49
Now I understand young one. Thanks.