Sitting in the back of the cab, I noticed it appeared to be brand new. I chummed up to the driver and asked him if the car was the last of the 2011 Crown Vic’s to which he stated it was. We chatted for some time and I explained to him my affinity for old NYC Taxi Cabs, to which he politely laughed at, and expressed either feigned or genuine interest. He asked me to write down my website’s address so he could check it out in a little book he had with other tidbits of info that was important to him. Anyhow, I asked him how many miles were on the car and he told me nearly 110,000 miles. He told me he was leasing the medallion and owned the car himself and leases it to another driver so it is constantly on the go 24/7. I asked him what he would do with the car at the end of its taxi life and he said either junk it or sell it, and apologized that he didn’t hold the same emotional value towards them that I did. I joked with the driver his plans to junk it didn’t set well with me, but that the selling part did. I told him he absolutely MUST sell me the car when he would be through with it and reiterated I was dead serious. Like rotting, festering, oozing in the ground dead body serious. He told me he would and started to warm up to the idea that his car could retire in style with a psycho in Vermont and conceded it would be sort of neat in later years to know it was still in existence and maybe see it again. We continued yakking away as he absolutely flew down the FDR – yeehaw! When we arrived at my destination, he asked for my contact info and said he would definitely keep my info in his little book he had for the future. After I paid my fare and tip, I told him I wanted to take a snap of his cab, to which he heartily agreed to, and actually made a new fare that got in after me wait until I gave him a thumbs up. Nice guy – I was psyched!
This weekend I actually met quite a few really neat cab drivers. There was one in particular, Amr Masoud, an Egyptian fellow that my son misheard to mean that his name was Jepson...not "Egyptian". This guy….lol – what a trip. I didn’t want the cab ride to end; he was that fantastic. Just a real honest to goodness hardworking father of two little ones, bombing around NYC 12 hours a day trying to keep his head above water. I can’t explain it any further than to simply say he was a super nice guy – and, naturally, I liked him even more that he thought my travels in 8D69 was neat.