New York City Cabs—A Thrill Ride

Ok, so I probably will never go skydiving. I can’t envision ever going bungee jumping or whitewater rafting, and I absolutely hate roller coasters. So I guess someone might look at me and say I’m not adventurous. But ladies and gentleman, I ride in New York City cabs, and that, my friends, is adventurous enough.

Who needs to go pay $30 for a day at Six Flags when all you need to do to get a thrill is hop into a NYC taxi. Weaving in and out of cars, zooming and halting abruptly, getting strikingly close to the adjacent cars, and the startling honking of horns are enough for me to sit in the back seat of the cab with my hands in the air and go “Wheeee!”

Somehow, some way, I think I speak for the majority of people when I say, for the oddest reason—I actually feel safe in a cab. Strangely enough, I feel like these cab drivers know EXACTLY what they are doing. I mean after all, this is their job. And, ok, maybe part of the job requirement isn’t to make their passengers feel like that car ride will be their last ever, but the point is—they get the job done. And they get the job done in the most thrilling way possible.

So what if my life flashes before my eyes when I get from Point A to Point B when I take a cab. I leave that car with my heart racing, and the thrill of saying “that was fun! You want to ride it again?!”

And that, my friends, is all the thrill I need.