
Yup, I'm a taxi driver (by necessity rather than career choice). Been doing it for a couple of years now. Am lucky to work with a good bunch of peeps in a small company somewhere well to the eastishness of supa's stamping ground. I can wholeheartedly endorse supa's posts about long hours, cr@p money and the weird way the job gets under your skin, becoming quite compulsive in spite of things like:
I've been pulled out of the car in a headlock by a couple of guys who then tried to force my head into one guys crotch and who then said they were "just messing about matey, ain't you got no sense of humour?"
I've had people hold me and the car hostage (sort of) "cos we need a six seater mate and we ain't letting you go till we get one buddy."
I had four big well pissed guys in the car one evening about 6pm, middle aged like me, took exception to my southern accent and spent the next 10 mins poking fingers in my ears and trying to provoke a response by claiming I had to pay my better half for s@x and so on and so on.
I've had men and women display their genitalia.
Passengers who are so big they overflow the passenger seat and you can't change gear without pushing a big roll of flesh out of the way. So heavy the rear mudflaps kept brushing the ground and the steering was a tad on the light side.
And so on and on - but it is still horribly compelling and occasionally hysterically funny.
It is balanced to a certain extent by some folk you meet who overcome the most awfull problems with grace and courage and are just plain nice.
Have been lurking here for some time and picked up some very useful gen for which I thank you all.
The only tip I can offer is:-
If your door makes horrid clicking noises when opening or closing, make sure the door check strap hasn't come loose at one or both ends. On my D9 there are a couple of studs fixed to the check mechanism in the door which then secure the mech to the door with a nut on each. A deep 10mil socket should nip em up nicely.
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