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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
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Friday, September 19, 2008
Taxicab per Wikipedia
A taxicab, also taxi or cab, is a type of public transport for a single passenger, or small group of passengers, typically for a non-shared ride. A taxicab is a vehicle for hire, with a driver, which conveys passengers between locations of their choice. In most other modes of public transport, the pick-up and drop-off locations are determined by the service provider, not by the passenger, although demand responsive transport and share taxis provide a hybrid bus/taxi mode.
A taxicab in San FranciscoFour distinct forms of 'taxicab' can be identified, by slightly differing terms in different countries: Hackney Carriage, also known as public hire, hailed or street taxis, available for hire and reward and for hailing on street; Private Hire Vehicles (PHVs), also known as minicabs; Private Hire Taxis, available by pre-booking, not (legally) available for hailing on street; Taxibuses, also known as Jitneys, operating on pre-set routes for hire and reward, typified by multiple stops and multiple; and Limousines, specialized vehicle licensed for operation by pre-booking.
Although types of vehicles and methods of regulation, hiring, dispatching, and negotiating payment differ significantly from country to country, many common characteristics exist.
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A taxicab in San FranciscoFour distinct forms of 'taxicab' can be identified, by slightly differing terms in different countries: Hackney Carriage, also known as public hire, hailed or street taxis, available for hire and reward and for hailing on street; Private Hire Vehicles (PHVs), also known as minicabs; Private Hire Taxis, available by pre-booking, not (legally) available for hailing on street; Taxibuses, also known as Jitneys, operating on pre-set routes for hire and reward, typified by multiple stops and multiple; and Limousines, specialized vehicle licensed for operation by pre-booking.
Although types of vehicles and methods of regulation, hiring, dispatching, and negotiating payment differ significantly from country to country, many common characteristics exist.
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
Drunk girl and Taxi cab driver
A DRUNKEN GIRL BEING REALLY ABUSIVE TO AN ASIAN TAXI DRIVER OUTSIDE A TRENDY NIGHTCLUB
Dumb U of A college girls are back! I love their sense of entitlement.
Dumb U of A college girls are back! I love their sense of entitlement.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Top 10 Ways to Stay Safe in a Foreign Taxi
1. Find a Taxi Stand
2. Look for Taxi Similarities
3. Check for Phone Numbers
4. Look for a Taxi Meter and Radio
5. Know Where You're Going
6. Keep Your Backpack Close
7. Look for a Door Handle
8. Ask for the Badge
9. Be Aware of Sharing
10. Know Who to Call in Emergencies
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2. Look for Taxi Similarities
3. Check for Phone Numbers
4. Look for a Taxi Meter and Radio
5. Know Where You're Going
6. Keep Your Backpack Close
7. Look for a Door Handle
8. Ask for the Badge
9. Be Aware of Sharing
10. Know Who to Call in Emergencies
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Rolling through red rock country
Road trip!
Two magical words that promise escape from the city. One of our state's most popular getaways is Sedona via Interstate 17 and Arizona 179.
This can be a magical drive with intriguing names and places that tug travelers off the main drag into the wonders of Arizona
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Two magical words that promise escape from the city. One of our state's most popular getaways is Sedona via Interstate 17 and Arizona 179.
This can be a magical drive with intriguing names and places that tug travelers off the main drag into the wonders of Arizona
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Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
New York City Taxi Tips and Hints
Getting a cab
It's easy to hail a cab in New York. Simply stand at a street corner, and hold your arm straight out. Empty cabs have their numbers on top of the cab illuminated, while occupied cabs do not. It can be tough to tell in the direct sunlight, but it's very easy at night; either way, don't worry, an empty taxi will pull up quickly! Remember that if the Off Duty lights are illuminated, the cab is not working--don't try to flag it down!
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It's easy to hail a cab in New York. Simply stand at a street corner, and hold your arm straight out. Empty cabs have their numbers on top of the cab illuminated, while occupied cabs do not. It can be tough to tell in the direct sunlight, but it's very easy at night; either way, don't worry, an empty taxi will pull up quickly! Remember that if the Off Duty lights are illuminated, the cab is not working--don't try to flag it down!
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Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Gymboree
Gymboree carries stylish high-quality children's clothing and accessories in sizes newborn to age 12.
Gymboree girls ebay clothes
Gymboree blog
Gymboree myspace
Gymboree girls ebay clothes
Gymboree blog
Gymboree myspace
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Travel Stories
Hitchhiking and budget road travel for New Stories with stories, advice articles, links and tips.
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Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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Saturday, September 6, 2008
Road Rage
So, driving home from work today I have some fuckwad tailing me, just banging on the horn. I look in my rear view and it is some dork in a BMW or Mercedes or some other overpriced piece of shit. I can see dude's veins bulging in his forehead and literally I can see the specks of saliva splashing off the windshield and he is LEAAAANNNNNING over the steering wheel yelling at me as if this was going to help me hear him better.
By the looks of him, he is a pretty big dude. So, unluckily for me, I have to stop at a light. At this point, my girlfriend is kind of freaking out. I am probably, 5-7 or 5-8 with my hair standing up and don't weigh much more than a buck fifty, maybe 60 after a big meal. Never been much of a fighter, didn't really have to. I have to say, it kind of freaked me out. So, of course Mr Testosterone has to get out of his car and confront me. Like I said, he looked big, and when he got beside me, unfortunately again for me, he was probably 6-2 and maybe 200-220. Dressed in a pretty sharp suit with no jacket and his tie loosened. Probably had a pretty bad day as he proceeded to call me everything but an english speaking white man. On and on, if I was to get out of the car he'd beat my ass blah blah blah. Finally he called me a little cocksucker and then he told my GF that I was a bitch. LOL. The old bitch card.
So, I continued to look straight ahead, I rolled my window down, maybe a 1/3, not quite half and asked him if he was having a bad day. Without warning, Road Rage Guy punches at me. Fucking longest light in the history of Vancouver right here...sadly for him, his big fucking mitt hit most of my window--shaking his hand he yelled for me to get out of the car--LOL, here is where it gets funny.
I am still looking straight over my steering wheel. He takes one step closer to the car to open it as the light changes. Again, sadly for this fucking meathead, I had already locked the door, still looking ahead, I lunge through my partially opened window, grab him by his tie and pull him towards my car, frantically I rolled up my window and hit the gas, dragging this fuckwad through the intersection--have you ever seen a cursing, swearing salesman do a sidestep at 15 KM/H? I am still kind of laughing, and of course my GF thinks it is hilarious--I am still a little pissed off that I didn't hit 30 and drag this fucking monkey through the streets of Vancouver.
So, if you were the dork that assaulted me, too bad you are a such dick head, but I sincerely hope that you have another tie and pair of dress shoes, those shoes have to be scuffed the fuck up. I do admire your agility at running beside my car doing cross overs. Your football training probably saved your life.
By the looks of him, he is a pretty big dude. So, unluckily for me, I have to stop at a light. At this point, my girlfriend is kind of freaking out. I am probably, 5-7 or 5-8 with my hair standing up and don't weigh much more than a buck fifty, maybe 60 after a big meal. Never been much of a fighter, didn't really have to. I have to say, it kind of freaked me out. So, of course Mr Testosterone has to get out of his car and confront me. Like I said, he looked big, and when he got beside me, unfortunately again for me, he was probably 6-2 and maybe 200-220. Dressed in a pretty sharp suit with no jacket and his tie loosened. Probably had a pretty bad day as he proceeded to call me everything but an english speaking white man. On and on, if I was to get out of the car he'd beat my ass blah blah blah. Finally he called me a little cocksucker and then he told my GF that I was a bitch. LOL. The old bitch card.
So, I continued to look straight ahead, I rolled my window down, maybe a 1/3, not quite half and asked him if he was having a bad day. Without warning, Road Rage Guy punches at me. Fucking longest light in the history of Vancouver right here...sadly for him, his big fucking mitt hit most of my window--shaking his hand he yelled for me to get out of the car--LOL, here is where it gets funny.
I am still looking straight over my steering wheel. He takes one step closer to the car to open it as the light changes. Again, sadly for this fucking meathead, I had already locked the door, still looking ahead, I lunge through my partially opened window, grab him by his tie and pull him towards my car, frantically I rolled up my window and hit the gas, dragging this fuckwad through the intersection--have you ever seen a cursing, swearing salesman do a sidestep at 15 KM/H? I am still kind of laughing, and of course my GF thinks it is hilarious--I am still a little pissed off that I didn't hit 30 and drag this fucking monkey through the streets of Vancouver.
So, if you were the dork that assaulted me, too bad you are a such dick head, but I sincerely hope that you have another tie and pair of dress shoes, those shoes have to be scuffed the fuck up. I do admire your agility at running beside my car doing cross overs. Your football training probably saved your life.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
3 wild girls from Chicago Bar
Picked up "M", "I", and "S" from the Chicago bar on Speedway. They were hammered! They need to go all the way over to Stone and Prince, and they have to stop at Nico's along the way, of course. M is on the phone drunk dialing some guy. S tells me I am cute and proceeds to pass out. I is yelling at M to get off the phone.
On arriving at Nico's, S wakes up and announces she has to pee! So after borrowing some tissues from me (Eagle scout, be prepared!) M takes S over behind a dumpster to relieve her urgent pressure. After some lively conversation and threats to the poor drive in guy we escape Nico's unharmed. S decides she is too sick to eat, M decides she is too fat to eat, and I is happy and eats their food. $27 fare, got $30. I guess it was alright...
On arriving at Nico's, S wakes up and announces she has to pee! So after borrowing some tissues from me (Eagle scout, be prepared!) M takes S over behind a dumpster to relieve her urgent pressure. After some lively conversation and threats to the poor drive in guy we escape Nico's unharmed. S decides she is too sick to eat, M decides she is too fat to eat, and I is happy and eats their food. $27 fare, got $30. I guess it was alright...

