As part of my ongoing work with Cabulous, John Wolpert (Founder and CEO) and I had great fun doing a radio interview about the Cabulous app on San Francisco’s KPOO 89.5 FM. Harrison Chastang was our host.

It was great to see the KPOO studios, comfortably nested in a nice office near Geary and Divis.

Listen to the interview here:
Cabulous Interview on 89.5 FM KPOO San Francisco

I drove last Saturday and helped with an early beta test. John taped the first successful Cabulous hail:

A few weeks back, Cabulous had nice coverage on the old fashioned TV tubes:

Link – more info on Cabulous including a live demo of the app in use.

San Francisco Taxi with Photoshopped Blue Angels in Sky

It’s been a long time since I’ve taxi blogged.

I drove last Saturday for the first time in a few weeks. I’ve been working dispatch phones and doing VidSF work instead of driving over the past few weeks.

Novel-length post after the break.

• I love the feeling of getting back on the road after such a long time off driving. The routine of adjusting my mirrors, seat, radio (yes, NPR), dispatch radio, logging into the VeriFone, all while driving down Selby Street on my way to the Mission to start hunting for early weekend fares (or the super late-night drunks). Paradise.
• This past weekend was so incredibly packed with events that it was tough to get a car. The cashier had vancab available. Not my favorite vehicle (that’d be the indisputable champion Toyota Camry Hybrid followed closely by the Ford Escape Hybrid), but I’ve logged so many hours with Chrysler’s Dodge Caravan that I’ve come to embrace its shortcomings, such as the notoriously frustrating sliding door handle. Businessmen and grandmothers alike scorn this poorly designed lever. Daimler surely had no say on this one.
• I drove around for at least a half-hour before finding my first fare — a radio call from a lower Pac Heights hotel. I was surprised to find a very young Asian woman waiting for me. She quickly jumped in the cab and handed me a Google Maps itinerary. She was heading out to Visitacion Valley to take her SATs.

  As we flew down Gough to the 101 I thought back to my trip to take my SATs. How did I get there? What was I thinking? What was I listening to? 1989 Honda Accord, how much I hadn’t prepared, NPR’s Weekend Edition. I had an odd satisfaction knowing my fare would also have echoes of Scott Simon while filling in bubbles.

  I was surprised at the minivan traffic congestion as we neared Phillip Burton High School. I guess parents want to drive their kids to life-changing events, not wanting to risk Muni. I wanted to tell her she’ll do great and get a 1600, but I realized that they don’t score like that anymore and I felt old.

• Many dozens of minutes later I found a gaggle of male yuppies at Union and Larkin heading to the President’s Cup at Harding Park. I started to appreciate the vancab — room for 6 with luggage.

  I over’ed the dispatcher, Larry, to see if he knew the approved drop point. Working the dispatch phones earlier in the week I remembered the SFMTA’s DPT had planned out approved drop points. Larry gave me his best guess for cross streets and I plotted a course in my head. I love the fog in the Sunset on a weekend morning.

  As we approached the park I saw an armada of tiny, blue, three-wheeled vehicles. Gosh, I thought, my DPT friends from the SFMTA will surely be glad to see me and my passengers, especially now that San Francisco taxis are regulated under the same agency. I’m diligently performing my duties as an essential part of our City’s diverse transportation infrastructure.

  To my surprise, or maybe not, my DPT friends were not friendly, nor did they successfully direct me to a designated zone for dropping off my passengers. The first DPT officer waved me forward out of annoyance as I slowed to ask where I should drop, as did the second. Unfortunately, this process continued until I was about to clear any reasonable walking distance for my passengers. I was unable to do a u-turn because of the concrete median on Lake Merced Blvd, and the street had no shoulder. As traffic flows very quickly around tight curves, I did not feel it prudent to stop in a thru-lane.

  I was thus left with no other alternative than to pull perpendicularly into an exit-only curb-cut. As my passengers paid and exited the vehicle (at a reasonably quick pace given the fast card processing magic of VeriFone Transportation Systems) DPT officers approached me from all sides and started to yell. Oh my, a “SPECIAL” Muni shuttle, with no passengers on board (is that what “SPECIAL” means?) was approaching the exit-only curb-cut at a deadly 2 miles per hour, striking fear in the hearts of parking enforcement professionals in the immediate area.

  Look, SFMTA, let’s make a deal here. If you bank the City $495,533,925 from a transferable medallion scheme, can you use a small portion of that to actually administer the entity from which that revenue is generated? Specifically, please plan for drop-off and pickup points for taxis and inform your salaried employees of these plans. It will make the lives of your residents, taxi drivers and dispatchers much easier. Thanks.

• I picked up a fare from California and Polk heading to Noe Valley. White female, mid-30′s, eccentric in dress and speech. She jumped in the front seat, presumably as a silent protest against Chrysler’s sliding door handle design, and started a conversation about her friend in her late 40′s who decided against better judgment to embark on a career change to become an MD. Her friend will in her late 50′s before practicing. Wow.
• My vancab scored me a number of fares for which I’d otherwise be ineligible had I been driving my favorite sedan hybrid. Yes, the math usually works out such that despite gas savings on the hybrids, I’d make more money with a vancab, especially on the weekends because of the group fares. (And yes, I’m spelling vancab as one word. Deal with it.)
• On the way back from an airport run I scored thanks to the vancab, I picked up an RV park call. For the uninitiated, it’s near Candlestick Park on the way back from SFO. Nirvina in cab-land is scoring a 3rd and Gilman returning. (It’s called as 3rd and Gilman on the radio.)

  I arrived to find an older German couple. They had just picked up the rental RV and were heading to the Wharf to meet up with the kids. Herr Doctor and wife hadn’t realized that everyone else in the Bay Area was also trying to head up to the piers at the exact same time.

  My previous fare had a good chuckle on the way out to SFO. He had asked where all those heading north into the City would park. I joked that they were already parked on the 101. Ha! This didn’t seem nearly as funny heading inbound with my new deutschen frienden.

  I was impressed by my ability to bypass traffic. I headed inbound from Candlestick on Bayshore, jumped on 101 which flowed okay between Army and the underused 7th Street off-ramp. We headed up 7th to Leave, then Hyde. Had it been a race, I would have won.

  Herr Doctor gave me a $10 tip on a $22 fare. Danke schoen.

• Around 1pm we passed a supersaturation threshold where overall demand for taxis significantly outstripped supply.* As I’ve written before on this blog, I have a split personality on this issue. It’s bliss from the perspective of my personal earnings and fare-induced highs, but the palpable frustration from potential taxicab customers tempers my mood.

  It’s grossly irresponsible for the United State’s second most dense city to have such poor peak-time point-to-point transportation solutions. Unfortunately, SFMTA’s transferable medallion scheme will not address this service and security issue. For shame.

• *Caveat: A predictable and frustrating phenomenon occurs with geographically concentrated events such as Fleet Week. Immediately approaching (~30 min pre) and just after the beginning (~15 min post) the majority of fares are heading toward the geographically concentrated event, such as the Marina or Fish Wharf in this case, resulting in hundreds of taxis stuck in traffic as tourists circle for parking that isn’t there.

  If one was to look at raw analytics of demand vs. available taxicabs at times like these, you’d see a very odd result: perhaps 25-50% of the on-road fleet is vacant while there is demand for 125%+ of the fleet size. Taxi fleet efficiency alone is an incredibly convincing argument for a congestion charge, which the SFCTA is diligently pursuing to the best of its abilities.

  I encountered a few empty cabs who refused to take passengers to the Marina. This is, of course, de jure illegal, but very rational behavior on the part of the cab driver. I took 3 fares to the Marina in the course of two hours and spent 15+ minutes each time trying to battle traffic back to find fares. I could have earned double if I implemented this illegal policy. What would you do if you had to pay rent?

• During this supersaturation period I picked up a fare that, thank heavens, wasn’t heading toward the Marina.

  A very stressed woman in formal attire was heading back to her downtown hotel from a church in Pac Heights to pickup the ring for a wedding that was to start in 15 minutes.

  We flew inbound on California as we discussed my interest-level to wait for her to fetch the ring from her hotel and return. I was frank in explaining that it is not in my financial interest to wait for her to get her ring, but, of course, I’d be happy to do that for her.

  The City and County of San Francisco’s Department of Weights and Measures calibrates the meter on behalf of the SFMTA to register $.50 per minute = $30 per hour for wait time. However, in a period of supersaturation I can get another flag drop and earn ~$60/hr. (Keep in mind this is revenue, not profit, as it does not include my costs for the vehicle, medallion rental/lease, gasoline, etc.) Sure enough, while waiting for her return at the hotel on Nob Hill I had to fight off a European backpacker knocking on my window for a cab, frustrated at my denial to provide him with transportation solutions.

  We flew back even faster on Pine and scored all greens from Pine/Mason to Pine/Steiner. Passing thru Van Ness, Franklin and Gough on a green is rare enough, and then to jump on the outbound Pine green wave starting at Octavia is a very improbable occurrence. (Ask my transportation planning friends at the SFCTA.) Luck was on her side.

  She gave me $30 for a $14 fare. Generous, yes, and also a prime example of price variance during fixed supply. While not “fair” per se, it’d sure be market efficient if there was an easier way of determining the price premium a potential fare was willing to pay during periods of supersaturation.

  If only there was a way to know one’s desire to pay a premium before engaging in the transaction. Hint, hint.

I happened to be driving past City Hall a few minutes ago and caught sight of the MV-1 manufactured by Vehicle Production Group.

I was able to speak with John Gaydash a former GM executive.

Here are the important details:

• Given its pricing and options, the vehicle is intended to compete directly with ramp (disabled) taxi vans, not regular cabs.
• Production cost should be less than $40k
• Expected MPG of 17 city 22 highway (not officially EPA rated yet)
• Based on a V6 GM truck engine of some sort
• Understandably, John et al. are hitting up City Halls across the country to get their regulatory foot in the door. If they can get municipalities to code this as standard disable cab equipment they’re looking at some real cash.
• This will be the only built-for-purpose taxicab in the North American market.

Thanks John and the VPG crew for stopping by SF!

• Click here for the full flickr photo set.
• Link to VPG’s site

San Francisco’s Municipal Transportation Agency absorbs the Taxi Commission in March, but SFMTA Chief Nathaniel Ford says progress will be slow.

It’s rather long, and it’s rather boring unless you’re involved with the industry, but my goal was to be as objective as possible in presenting everyone’s viewpoints.

• Sunday and Monday earnings were far above average; I earned a bit above $200 both days.
• I heard another cabbie complaining about the radio with the cashier. I understood the source of his anger, but also realized that the cashier couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe the cabbie should start a blog.

  Here’s the deal: an analogue radio dispatch system is imperfect. (I’ve written about analog radio dispatching before, look about halfway down this page.) But, also imperfect is the computerized* dispatch system used by the top two companies cab companies by fleet size, Yellow and Luxor. While I’ve never driven a computer dispatch cab, I still acknowledge that computerized dispatch lacks some of the key advantages of analog radio dispatch:

  • Analog radio dispatch is usually hands free unless you’re keying the mic to make a call, whereas computerized dispatch requires driver input to review calls, see calls in other areas, etc.
  • Analog radio frees cab operators’ eyes for the most important task: driving. Computerized dispatch requires operators to look at a small, poorly backlit, dot-matrix LCD screen while roaming the road.
  • Analog radio allows cab operators to passively receive data about cab demand at all parts of the City. Computerized dispatch only pages orders within a smaller geographic area, darkening a cab driver’s radar of demand for cabs in other City neighborhoods. Many times I’ll hear about a large party with many cab pickups across town that nets me a nice run (or even two)!
  • Analog radio requires significantly less fixed and per-vehicle capital outlay and maintenance costs.

  The most common imperfection with analog radio is actually a mix of technology failure and dispatcher error: not being heard (“read”) by the dispatcher when checking-in for a radio order.

  Usually this happens when my cab is beyond significant hills such as in the Marina or North Beach, where my lower power FM transmitter doesn’t quite reach back home at dispatch. But, sometimes a stressed dispatcher doesn’t (or can’t) take the time to acknowledge every cab that checks-in, especially when the City is slow and too many cabbies are desperate for orders.

  At these times, like that driver at the cashier window, I get really pissed off at the imperfections of the analog radio. The best strategy I’ve found for this is to yell really loudly in the cab. Choice phrases include, “DAMMIT!”, “F**K!”, or yelling the dispatcher’s name very loudly. Doing so actually brings a smile to my face and lets me continue hunting for fares.

  Some drivers simply take the order even if they weren’t properly checked; I don’t do this. If I’m really desperate for orders, and I’m very close to the call, I’ll radio the dispatcher to let them know I was probably the closest but wasn’t heard during check-in.

  *(Lingo check: the cab industry uses the colloquialism ‘computerized’ dispatch, whereas the mobile IT industry uses the term Mobile Data Terminal which also describes the computers used by police and other mobile vehicles.)

• I had a few Frenchies in quick succession.

  I picked up a guy from the Castro who wanted to head to the Civic Center BART station. I feel comfortable now digging a bit deeper to optimize rides, so I found out he wanted to go to the airport and suggested heading to the 16th Street BART station which was closer for us, and closer to the airport for him.

  I can usually pick out even slight German or French accents and heard a tint of French on this guy’s voice, so I asked if he was French. He was and tested my French with a few questions. He loved San Francisco but work requires him to live in LA. He and I agreed that SF is the closest to Europe one may find in the USA.

  He was from the south of France which sparked my interest as an old friend from Scotland is also. When I visited my French friend and his family I had a blast playing a game similar to bocce ball, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember the real name. My French friend kept referring to it as ‘boule’ (ball). (This caused a great deal of translation humor as he kept suggesting in English that we go play with his balls.) My passenger revealed the mystery game: Pétanque.

  I really appreciated the passenger bringing back those fun memories.

• I came across an older guy at Sutter and Leavenworth looking very confused hailing a cab. With very broken English he mentioned he and his daughter needed to get to Pier 33. His eyes lit up when I clarified Pier 33 in French. He seemed much more at ease as they piled in the cab and we headed up Leavenworth. Since my French is so bad now usually I’ll speak in basic English while the passengers speak in basic French. This worked out well.

  As we headed past the curvy portion of Lombard Street I offered to stop for pictures, but they had already walked the hill with cameras. A few blocks later the dad asked with a grin, “Well, maybe we can drive down it?” I laughed and readily accepted. I love driving down Lombard Street! Of course, it’s a great way to stretch a fare, but it’s also a beautiful street and I enjoy soaking up the view of our City through the eyes of visitors. I drove down Lombard safely but still quick enough that the rapid changes in centrifugal force from the tight turns was noticeable.

  I was honored that when we arrived at Pier 33 they felt comfortable asking me what was a fair tip. European foreigners aren’t always accustomed to tipping and sometimes won’t give me a tip at all, not out of spite but simply due to the lack of understanding of the importance of tipping toward my income. The fare was $10 and some change so I told them with a $20 to hand it to the driver and ask for $8 back if they had a good ride.

• I took two Japanese girls to the Moscone Center for the keynote speech by Steve Jobs at the Apple WWDC. They were excited to hear about the new iPhone. I was amused when one answered their phone and said, “Mushi mushi!” I didn’t realize they actually said that in Japan, thought it was just kinda a joke.
• I took a nice young lady to her event marketing job in SOMA. We talked about our jobs and making ends meet in the City. I realize that I make an erroneous assumption that my passengers always make more than I do. I told her my average take-home and she was surprised, saying it was significantly more (per hour) than she makes right now. I have to keep that in mind.
• Tuesday was an odd day — the radio was very busy with constant radio calls, but they were spaced far across the City and above average traffic made it difficult to get to the calls quickly.

  As I was heading out on Market toward numerous radio calls in the Castro and Upper Market I ended up behind two other cabs from our company. I let them check-in first for the calls we were approaching, then I realized there were no more radio calls left in this direction! Crap!

  I decided to keep going a few more blocks to Market and Castro where street hails are common. I lucked out — two guys were hailing at a motel, heading out to the Oakland airport. We had a great conversation about everything from gay marriage to the hot Texas weather. They tipped me an insane $25 on top of the $50 fare. Thanks, guys.

• On the busy Sunday after dropping in the outer Richmond I snaked back on Geary looking for Muni exiles or other street hails. Around 30th I found a guy in his late 20s emphatically hailing. I didn’t realize until a minute or so into the ride how drunk and high he was. It figured — he was heading toward the Haight Street Fair.

  My strategy for drunk folks, especially drunk AND high folks, is to maintain positivity during the entire ride. Laugh off insults or strange tangents and keep the conversation positive and upbeat. This seems to keep the passenger comfortable and minimize anger or uncomfortable feelings.

  This guy was really, really, really out of it. I’ve been there before too, so I understood that his thoughts didn’t connect very well to his speaking parts, so I accepted the odd ramblings as poor surface-level representations of his inner thoughts and feelings. This frame of reference allowed both of us to have a positive interaction.

• When I dropped him at the Haight Street Fair I knew, knew, there were numerous street hails to be had in the area. But, I still left as fast as possible. Why?

  Traffic was awful. Haight was closed between Masonic and Stanyan, including all cross streets. True there were folks somewhere in the large area between Masonic and Stanyan, Waller and Page streets that needed a cab. But, to wait through traffic would take forever. It is in my self interest to leave as fast as possible and find other areas of town to get fares — like the nearby street-hail-heavy Castro or other radio orders in the area.

  This is a problem: my incentives push me to leave an area where folks need cabs. One possible solution: enforced, clearly publicized taxi stands in traffic accessible areas. If there were publicized taxi stands at either end of Haight (at Masonic or Stanyan) potential customers and cab drivers alike could dispense with time wasting hunting and find each other more easily. This would allow cab drivers to dash-in without getting caught up in the Waller/Page stalled traffic and dash-out. Just a thought.

• I picked up three drunk Mexican guys around 6am Sunday morning. I was impressed at their ability to drink so late. Surely, I thought, they had finished their night shift as a bar back and had only been partying from 3 or 4am.

  While we stopped at a 7-11 for them to pickup more beer, one guy stayed behind. He looked pooped. He told me they had started at 5pm the day before. He was dead tired. But, his friends were still partying and he seemed to feel a strong duty to continue partying alongside. Wow.

• I picked up a radio call in the deep Marina. I picked up a nice PR-type corporate guy and took him toward his downtown office. We decided against the Broadway tunnel as traffic was usually bad around 9am and there was construction which made it even worse.

  So, the only other main road was Bay which is a high capacity 4-lane road above Russian and Telegraph Hills. As we were stuck on Bay with slow, solid traffic traveling at an average of 10mph two parts of my brain were firing:

  • One part said, wow, this is pretty awesome. It’s a beautiful day in San Francisco. There are great views of the bay, the Golden Gate Bridge, the sky is blue, the wind blows with a nice cool tinge. I’m listening to NPR, driving in a world-class City. I’m paying rent, working on a website, doing what I please. It’s a beautiful day.
  • The other part was depressed: here we are, a world-class City and there is a traffic jam at 9am filled with single occupancy BMWs, Mercedes. Is this really the best transportation option the City can provide? Is this the best us humans can come up with?

    I thought back to the rail tunnel that once connected a streetcar from Jefferson at the Fisherman’s Wharf to the Marina District, heading under Fort Mason. Now it’s closed.

    Is there no modern transportation solution the City can provide that will provide >10mph average speed for its residents? Is this really a difficult situation to address? This isn’t rocket science. We can manage to put a lander on Mars to study for signs of life, send humans out to a man-made space station in Earth’s orbit, yet we can’t create reliable commute options to transport City residents the 3 miles from home to work at speeds greater than 10 mph?

    What a shame. Shame on the City, shame on the United States for its negligence to properly invest in non-personal-auto transportation options for its citizens, especially in the second most dense city in the USA. Now that oil is so expensive, our under investment in non-auto is glaringly clear.

    A solution? President Obama, you should create a next generation “New Deal” that reinvests in America’s aging transportation infrastructure. Our universities pump out amazingly skilled young people, only for them to be placed behind a desk shuffling papers. Put them to use fixing our dams, bridges, and creating real transportation options that don’t force the poorest of the poor to spend the highest percent of income on transportation. Will this cost money and increase debt? Yes! But this is a GOOD form of government spending that has positive future returns, unlike wars in foreign countries. [/rant]

• As usual, I picked up a few lawyers going to or from work. (Work seems to always be the destination or origin for lawyers in my cab.) One lawyer was late for work but needed to pick up her dry cleaning first. She hadn’t been able to pick it up in 3 weeks because of work.

  Both hadn’t yet paid their student loans. This is one of my standard lawyer questions now, “Have you paid off your loans yet?” I’m surprised at the frequency of the answer of “No.” Perhaps those that have paid off their loans no longer identify as being a lawyer?

  One had a strong desire to change from commercial law to being some sort of public defender after paying off loans. The other seemed happy where she was.

• I picked up a lady from a hospital in an outer neighborhood. She was heading back to her apartment downtown.

  After a few minutes of standard opening chat I learned she had lived in the City for many decades and lived through the 1989 earthquake. I hadn’t talked to other passengers about this yet, so I asked her what it was like. To my surprise she had quite a story.

  She had been heading back west toward the City over the Bay Bridge. She felt the quake as she was approaching Yerba Buena Island. Her car swerved and she described the feeling like her tires were melted rubber, or something to that effect. She came to a stop, as did the few other motorists around her. She wasn’t sure whether or not to continue, but figured it’d be safer to get off the bridge than wait for aftershocks to knock it down. She kept heading west and was happy to hit solid ground. She drove through the City back home, noticing the wreckage. Back home people asked her how she got through — they had seen on the news that the Bay Bridge had collapsed. She was stunned — she missed by just a minute that section of collapsed roadway to return home. She was one of the last people to successfully cross the bridge after the quake.

  I know luck is a human construct in a feeble attempt to rationalize chance, but I thought and said, “Gosh, you sure were lucky!”

• Early Monday morning, around 4:30am, I was in my standard ‘Marina early morning radio hunting mode’. Along with a sizable chunk of the rest of the cab fleet, I hunt around for fares on Polk, Union and Fillmore Streets while monitoring and checking-in for radio calls in the area.

  As I was turning from north bound Van Ness to west bound Lombard to position for some deep marina radio calls, I heard a guy yelling for a cab at the hotel on the corner. He was a white guy in his late 30s, with facial hair classifiable as ‘stubble’, wearing a giants cap.

  I could tell from the start he was an odd character, but I had a hard time then (and still do now while writing this) identifying the particulars off his oddness. First off, he was heading to the Tenderloin from his Marina hotel at 4:30am. That’s odd. Well, it’s not really odd, it just means he’s picking up drugs.

  RE: Drug policy. I don’t want to know about it, I don’t want to see it, I don’t want to hear about it. But, if someone heads somewhere to “pick something up from a friend”, I have no real qualms about the object they’re actually up-picking. As long as they don’t take too long I don’t really care what they do. Usually drug runs are good runs — we head quickly to a destination across town, they do some sort of business, then we head right back. It’s a quick $20 or even $30 depending on distance and tipping.

  When we arrived in the Tenderloin he didn’t know exactly where he was going, changing his destination once or twice. (This is always a bad sign.) Finally he found the right corner and he said he had to go pick up a ‘diskette’. Okay, whatever. He runs across the street and around a corner. I see him appear again in a minute as he runs across to the diagonal corner, gets money from an ATM, and then disappears around the corner again.

  About this time a smartly-dressed young black guy comes up to my cab, with iPhone in hand, and asked for a ride. I explained that I was waiting for my passenger to pursue a transaction and then return to his hotel. I’d be happy to take him if I wasn’t taking somebody else. This guy wouldn’t have it. He tried all sorts of persuasive verbal techniques to let me take him, “I’ll drop you $10 right now and we’ll head up. I’ll pay for this guy’s fare. Let me just share a ride with him back to the hotel and you can drop me at my place.” His insistence was impressive and we had a nice ancillary chat about the relative ‘roughness’ of the Tenderloin vs. other economically depressed cities’ ghettos. Our shared thesis: the Tenderloin is rather tame.

  But, upon arrival of the original passenger sparks flew. The passenger got in the cab and the younger guy kept asking to share the ride. I asked the original passenger and he said, “No, let’s head to the hotel.” The original passenger looked very, very uncomfortable. The young guy started insulting the passenger and vice-versa. Perhaps I should have left before that started, but at this point I said, “Goodbye, nice to meet you,” and took off.

  The passenger was irate. “How could you let that guy talk to me like that?”

  He soon calmed down and went on a different track. “Let’s get something to eat. What’s open right now?” I mentioned I’d be happy to drop him off at the 24 hour IHOP down the street from his hotel. No, this wouldn’t work. He specifically needed fast food.

  At this point my passenger’s lack of focus became clear. He wasn’t making rational decisions, especially with regard to my time. He was just spouting off random things he wanted to do. “I need some cigarettes. Can we stop by a 24-hour market?” “I’d even be happy with a Taco Bell. Is there a Taco Bell around here?”

  “How about I just drop you back at your hotel — there are a few gas stations open around there.” This satiated him enough for a few more blocks. At this point I learned another fun fact, he was leaving the country with a quarter of a million dollars in the bank to go see the world. Wow. How’s that for odd?

  Finally we arrived back at the hotel, but, of course, by then his cigarette need resurged. “No, no, let’s go to the gas station down the block. It looks open.”

  I grudgingly accepted — the station was within sight after all. I dropped him off and he wanted me to stay to take him back to his hotel. (Yes, his hotel two blocks away.) I told him I couldn’t keep running around doing errands and expect to make any money. This was a true statement — this run was taking too much time. And pursuing errands with an erratic drug addict is not my idea of a fun time. He was pissed again, “I just don’t get the cab drivers in this city! You can’t just wait a few minutes? I’ll pay you for the metered time!” He paid just the meter, no tip, around $12, and I wished him luck on his trip and offered an apology.

  Looking back on the story of this fare, I realize it’s a bit confusing. I wish I could revise it to make more sense. But, perhaps it’s a good reflection of events — he was a confusing, confusing guy. His actions and requests were individually logical, “I’m hungry, let’s get some fast food,” but collectively irrational, “Let’s head back and forth across the City as each of my needs — food, drugs, nicotine, etc — wins in priority at any given moment, without attention paid to the external world.” I’m not sure if this state was induced by a long history of drug use, drug use at that very moment, or an inherent personality trait. But, I was happy to have him out of my cab.

• As cab driver turnover rate is rather high, I see new drivers often and don’t give it much thought. One new driver, however, happened to engage me in conversation at the cashier window and we started chatting as we headed out of the garage after our shifts.

  I was glad I spoke with him. He had been a cab driver in Chicago many years back and commented that all the cost drivers — gate, gas, and the meter — seemed to have increased proportionally such that earnings are the same as before. But, considering inflation, real earnings are significantly lower. (That is, earning $150 a shift in the 70s was worth a lot more than it is today.)

  He is also a ham radio enthusiast and we spoke at length about the radio dispatch system used by the cab company. As I had guessed, there are 2 separate radio frequencies allocated to the cab company by the FCC — one for the dispatcher and one for the cab drivers checking-in across the City. He explained that they are both frequency modulated (FM) channels around the 150 MHz spectrum. (Remember, your favorite FM radio station is in the same ball park, 88.5 KQED is 88.5 MHz.)

  A neat feature of FM over AM is that the strongest broadcasting FM station will drown out other lower-power FM broadcasts on the same frequency. For some applications, like cabs checking-in for an order, this is desirable behavior. At least one cab will be heard clearly, while others are drowned out. This process is repeated until no cabs are left checking-in. During each check-in, at least one cab will be able to clearly check-in. Competing AM broadcasts bleed such that receivers hear a mix of all broadcasts. While not ideal for the application of cab dispatching, it is well suited for, say, emergency channels where you want to absolutely be able to hear any broadcaster calling for help.

  Thanks, driver, for the cool info.

• I crested Taylor Street at California looking for fares Tuesday morning. I saw empty cab after empty cab heading outbound (west) on California toward the neighborhoods where fares are likely. Had those cabs not been there, I would have headed outbound on California at this point as well. But, I crawled northward on Taylor past California and saw a potential jackpot — a guy crossing the street after leaving his Nob Hill apartment with airport-bound luggage.

  Had I just started driving a cab I would have naively left him since he wasn’t doing a traditional “hail.” But, I could tell he needed a cab: he wasn’t waiting for the 1-California on Clay to take the BART, he wasn’t waiting for another cab at his house, he was walking with a purpose toward California Street where he would surely find a cab. So I pulled next to him, made eye contact, and scored a $45 fare to SFO.

  Of course, by no means does this learned skill make cab driving a lucrative profession. But, it sure does help on a slow Tuesday morning.

• I picked up a van call at a Fisherman’s Wharf hotel. A Filipino family was waiting for me as I pulled up. They were heading to Mill Valley in the North Bay.

  This was a great trip. I love out of town trips. Not only do they pay well, but it’s a pleasure to see other parts of the Bay Area, especially beautiful drives like the SF to Mill Valley drive.

  I learned the family was emigrating from the Philippines to Canada. They were very excited at the move except for the cold Canadian weather. They tipped me well and I had a beautiful drive on a beautiful day. Thanks, family.

• I picked up a group of reporters at a low cost hotel in ‘TenderSOMA’ where the Tenderloin’s trademark seedy feel extends below Market Street, especially west of 5th Street. I took them to the BAVC where they were meeting with other documentary filmmakers and reporters.

  One of the guys in the front worked for Frontline World which sparked an interesting discussion. I had met another Frontline World employee at a journalism meetup I attended to promote a website I’m developing. This led to a long discussion about the website I’m making and my motivations for making it: namely, the failure of local media to evolve with media consumption habits of persons under the age of 30.

  At a certain point we realized we were having an excessively cliche “San Francisco” moment: a part-time cab driver and ‘startup’ wannabe having a chat with visiting reporters about the failure of local media to evolve at the same pace as technology. And, to pour salt in the wounds, we both mentioned we’ll blog about it afterward. Ouch. It’s like something out of an Onion headline: “Blogging cab driver blogs about blogging passengers.”

• A few staff members at the cab company mentioned they heard about my blog. Hi, fellow cab company staff members and/or drivers.

My earnings floor — the lowest take-home pay I can expect — is increasing from the record lows of the winter. In other words, it’s rare this time of year to see a shift that doesn’t net me at least $100. In the winter I had sub $100 shifts much more often.

The ceiling seems to hover around $250, with occasional exceptions like Bay to Breakers Sunday — the most recent high outlier on the chart.

Unfortunately, earnings don’t ‘feel’ as high as they did last summer. Indeed, recent earnings seem clustered around $150, compared to a large cluster around $200 last summer. Two obvious reasons: gate fee increase and fuel cost increases, both costs are borne directly by cab drivers. Other potential reasons: tourist activity has yet to reach peak, major SF events and street fairs happen later in summer, I work less lucrative shifts than last summer.

For fun, here is a chart of gas prices over the past year. The red line is San Francisco, the blue is USA average.

My take-home shift average still hovers around $170.10* since I started driving July 2007. My median take-home pay (the middle amount of all shifts worked) is $176.

When I started last summer it was at the peak of the high earnings season. Plus, I worked the rather lucrative Saturday and Sunday day shifts (when compared to lower earning Monday and Tuesday shifts I added). I thought these seasonal and day of the week changes would give an artificially inflated view of my earnings, so I also computed take-home average for 2008 only, which starts at the low-point of the season and includes the lower earning Monday and Tuesdays.

I guessed the 2008 year-to-date (YTD) average and median take-home would be significantly less, but I was surprised at the outcome. 2008 YTD average is $168.54 and 2008 YTD median is $170. Both figures are surprisingly close to my all-time average.

*I do not subtract money spent on food during my shifts. This is important so that my variable food spending (which can range from $0 to $20 during a shift) doesn’t affect the outcome and so that I don’t have an odd monetary incentive to not eat (in order to inflate my take-home pay statistics). But, the reality for most drivers is that ‘food costs’ are a real expense, subtracted from take-home cash pay. So, any other cab drivers reading this, be sure to add back in your food costs to compare your earnings to mine.