Get in, hang on
I’ve decided I feel more safe on the sidewalk than I do in a cab in NYC.
Every cab I got into was like a missle, full speed ahead and dead aim for anyone in the street. Once, I even tucked my head into my chest and grabbed hold of my friend who was in the back seat with me.
I’m not alone in thinking the cab drivers are out of control. Several fashion writers had harrowing experiences. One said her cabbie kept revving his engine, as if daring other drivers to steer clear or perhaps warning jaywalkers not to make a misstep.
Perhaps that’s why I found it so pleasant when three of us took a bicycle taxi one evening. It was a load for the guy pedaling the bike, but what a blast. Read more about it in my Fashion Matters column in the Living section on Feb. 17.
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