Road Rage: Hit and Run: Taxi Vs Punk

It started out as a typical day- twelve hours at the wheel of a Yellow Cab in Chicago. I leased it for twenty-four hours, but I usually worked about twelve. I was getting tired and heading in the general direction of home. That was my system- once I reached my quota (about $150 or more), I would head toward home, but if someone flagged me down, I’d take the fare. But this night, I’d wind up doing a hit-and-run- and get away with it. Continue reading →