During my travels and training of new drivers the one part everyone seems to enjoy the pedicab stories. The business is full of funny, crazy, heart wrenching and just stupid stories. Doing this for almost 4 years I am full of them. But I like hearing other driver’s stories too. Here are some of the categories that they can fall into. We have a few from when we did this before. But there seems to be a whole new batch of readers and riders out there. I have some new ones too.
1. Stupidest ride. (What was I thinking)?
2. Craziest ride?
3. Longest ride?
4. Strangest people on the cab?
5. Any others you want to add?
Please comment with all the juicy detail of yours.
Monday, February 25, 2008
People love to hear stories about Pedicabbin
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Here is one of my favs.
The first would be the craziest group. I was working a Saturaday night and it was right at bar closing time as things really get hopping. Out of one of the bars known for cheap beer comes a group of 11 guys with thick French Canadian accents. They come to me asking if I can get more of these bike things to take them to one of the big hotels uptown. So I called some of the other drivers and I found out these guys were a pro lacrosse team and had just beat our local heavily favored team. These guys were really trashed after the big win. So we loaded these guys up in 5 or so cabs and started heading to the hotel. It took about one block before they decided they needed more fun. Each light turned into a fire drill and they ran from cab to cab switching with who they were riding with, trying to measure each driver up for a big rickshaw race. Next they decided, �why wait for the rickshaws to stop� They tried to jump cab to cab while we moving and then decided to moon everyone at the same time. Well, mooning wasn�t enough, and then it was flashing each other!! OMG this was a crazy ride. Each driver tried to maintain control as much could on his cab but it was lost cause. The whole time the were yelling and whooping and every person walking and standing on the corners. One guy fell off the cab and then no one would let him on, they all would block him like they were still on the lacrosse field. They as were screaming at the drivers to go faster so he would have to run faster and faster. The final straw was this guy ended up grabbing one guys off a moving cab and punched he while doing it and gave him a major nose bleed. None of the players even offered to help stop the bleeding. All they said was �you wuss� in their accent it couldn�t help but make me laugh. They all thought all the blood was cool. They did settle down a bit and were shouting �100 bucks to the winner� of the pedicab race. We as we all know we finished the race almost all together and all the players looked to the others and said �do you have and money?� So much for the hundred bonus. Well, one the more sober players had to run up to the team manager and wake him up and borrow money. We made out all right on the tips and have one more great story.
My story is part "what was I thinking" and longest ride. I was sitting outside a local bar when these two ladies came up to talk to me. They haven't ever had the pleasure of riding in a cab and one lady asked if she could sit in my cab. I told her sure.
They started asking me how far do I go, what was my longest ride. I told them about how during a tattoo convention that I gave a ride to two fellows (one who was so drunk that he passed out) from the very same bar to the Sheraton about 2-3 miles away. They remarked that that was far and I said not really.
Then the blonder, leggy-er of the two asked if I would take her to a particular bar and for how much. Now here is where that "what was I thinking" portion of the tale comes in. She asked to go to a bar that in reality was 6 miles away and not 2-3 miles way. I had mistaken her bar of choice for one that was considerable closer.
So, not only did I have to drive twice as far, I totally undersold the cost of the ride. So the only thing that I can brag about was riding the 6 miles in 25 minutes. And that probably isn't saying all that much.
My story falls under the longest ride. I talked a guy into letting me load my velocab on is flatbed truck and we had an agreement that when I was done I would call him and he would pick me up. Well my mobile phone was lost or stolen not sure which. Bottom line I did not have a phone with the ability to call him. So I had to bike back home from Copenhagen to Roskile in Denmark. The Distance was 35km. The funny thing was that as soon as I realized that my phone was gone it was clear what was next. I did not get upset or angry.There was nothing I could do it took me 4 hours to darken my door steps. It took me an hour to get out of the nations capital because I keep on getting bad instructions. The only correct directions I did get was if you go down this road you are going to see a strip club and when you see it go in the opposite direction and you will be on the road that will get you to where you are going. My thinking was why would I want to go away from the strip club.
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