Taxi

I've always particularly admired the taxi-driver who turned to Bertrand Russell in the back of his cab and asked the perfectly legitimate question, »Well Guv, what's it all abaht then...?« And answer came there none. Never ask a philosopher, especially one who hasn't paid his fare yet.....

My associations with »taxi«
1)Taking a taxi/cab ride in New York is an experience everyone should get. You're never sure if the griver got your destination right. But not because of your pityful english, but because of his unknowledge concerning this language.
2) I don't have a car; and the last buses in my town (in my direction) are going at 20 to midnight.Normally, I would take my bike; but, honestly, the winters are too cold. I don't like the winters because then I have to take a taxicab quite often and that's SO EXPENSIVE!
3) There are two films that I associate with »taxi«: One is » Taxi« (or was it »Taxidriver«) by Luc Besson, which I didn't like. The other one is »Night on Earth«. This one is very interesting. The episode in New York pleases me most...

I heard recently that the driving a taxi is one of the most dangerous jobs.

Riding a taxi cab is far too expensive. Riding the bus is cheaper, but you are not allowed to talk to the driver.

When my plane had been delayed, the airline had me driven home by taxi for free.

Dani Davito, Taxi bars (English chocolate) being moved while being talked at. Yellow in New York, Black in London. »The Knowledge«. Tight turning circles. Stupid but knowledgable drivers – like philosophers educated far beyond their capacity for analytical thought (quote from Richard Dawkins in the endnotes of »The Selfish Gene«).