Taxi Taxi

Taxi Taxi

 

New York is known for many things, but I struggle to find just one thing that defines it streets more than the taxi cab. The bright yellow hued vehicle is my rooster in the early morning and my sound machine when I go to sleep. It is the sun when the skies are grey and it is my savior when I forget to pack flats.

Sure there are services like Uber, Lyft, and Via but this is New York City. Cab is king and they’re here to prove it to you. A simple lift of the finger and a little point will get you a taxi, but be careful where you point – be selective. The regular car is –ight, it’s you typical NYC cab if you want average. If you opt for the larger Ford option, that is also acceptable, but I wouldn’t be writing this if those were your only options.

When you begin the hailing process, step one foot in the street, and wait. Wait to hail, for two reasons… You look crazy standing with your arm raised waiving your life away and look again, look hard for the ugliest cab you can find. The one that looks like a van and a prius had a baby. The car that looks like how you felt when the first “squared” iPhone hit the market.

Sure, I still haven’t mastered it’s human proof door handles, so good luck getting in, but once you’re in, you’re in. You’ve entered paradise.

We often forget to look up when walking. New York is chalk full of wonderful neck cranking moments. The buildings tops (lovingly dubbed muffin tops) are little wastelands in our visual catalog because we have not seen them.

The “new” New York cabs provides its users with a new landscape, to the uncharted lands.

 
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