How nice people are being. This guy just gave me permission to vomit in his car. I could use that.
Anyway, I know most cabdrivers are good, usually I have no complaints when using a taxi. I may arrive at my destination slightly woozy, but that’s unconnected with the ability of the driver.
This guy not only drove like…we’ll, a drunken muke…but he did EVERYTHING that triggers motions sickness, like sliding through turns without slowing down, or using slow traffic as an exuse to slam the brakes every three seconds. Speed, I don’t mind so much. Speed-changes…
Like I said, when I’m dictator, shitty taxi-driving will be punished by deportation. Prefferably vertical.
Note to the OP: DO NOT ever ride in a taxi in Thailand or Vietnam.
A few years ago, I was in a cab about fifteen minutes out from Don Muang Airport in Bangkok. We were in the right lane (fast lane, Thais drive on the left), and above us a new freeway was being built. Suddenly the right lane was blocked for the earthworks. There was no “lane ends 500M” sign, or anything like that. No witches hats or flashing lights. Just a sudden concrete barrier across the lane. At night. At 100kmh. I see it, and notice that just off our front left fender is a semi truck in the middle lane. Of course the cabbie will brake slightly and slot in behind the truck.
Noooooooo…
He guns his 1978 Toyota cab, pedal to the metal. I see the wheels of the truck by my window, going by agonisingly slowly. The barricade is coming up fast. I prepare to die. At the last minute, the cabbie “threads the needle” between the front of the prime mover and the concrete wall. I catch my breath and look at him. He’s still there leaning his elbow on the window, steering with one hand and smoking. “Mistah, you like Thailand?”