“Where to guv?”
Last night we experienced a white-knuckled cab ride home with an over-enthusiastic driver. From our bursts of conversation with him we guessed that his intention was to drop us off as quickly as possible so he could get to the rave before the drugs wore off (we didn’t like to tell him he was probably too late by about ten years).
So this evening after a fine meal at Boulevard we were pleasantly surprised to find ourselves hailing a rather more staid black London cab. Unfortunately I’d forgotten just how hard the suspension is on a London taxi (well, British cars in general really) and tonight I had a firm reminder. The journey proved that you don’t need a hell-for-leather driver to get a rollercoaster ride.
If you feel the desire to find out for yourself with the bonus combination of gnarly San Francisco roads then go out, drink some beers and catch yourself a ride home with Luxor Cabs. Make sure your journey takes you through the Bullit parts of town and hold on tight.