Losing My Edge

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Not working for ten days really threw me off my taxi game.

Once I’m finally behind the wheel of Veterans 233 again on Wednesday, it’s a struggle to get my groove back. Everything feels awkward. The seat’s out of whack. The mirrors are positioned wrong. There’s a painful crick in my shoulder. And a fog encircles my thinking.

Can I even still drive a taxi? I wonder. Or was that fever dream last week, which involved negotiating a complicated matrix of Jenga blocks and TV boxes, a harbinger of things to come?

On the streets, I’m riddled with doubt. Each set of cross streets is a pop quiz.

Fortunately, instinct takes over and I manage to navigate rush hour traffic without incident.

Still, something feels off. I’ve lost my edge. Which is a problem when driving a taxi in San Francisco. This job is not for the meek. Without a thickarmor, you’ll get eaten alive …

Read the rest here.

[photo by Douglas O’Connor]

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