People Share Times They Met Some Bold Taxi Drivers And Here Are 20 Of The Best Stories (2024)

Caro Caro

In Bangkok on a highway this taxi driver was flooring it. I said "that was our exit" as we sped by. He slammed on the brakes and reversed. On a friggin highway! My husbands fingernail marks are still in his dashboard, I just wanted a clean pair of undies.

Robert T

Worst was probably in Turkey. Motorway was snarled up, so he's blasting down the hard shoulder at 100 km/h, which might not sound that fast, but when there's stationary traffic in the next lane and someone suddenly decides they're going to do the same thing right in front of you. I was very glad when that ride was over. Best was in Denmark, where my boss decided he liked the driver's car (7-series BMW with air-conditioned seats!) and asked for his number, and he became my personal taxi driver whenever I went to Denmark - so nice havig a familiar face come and pick me up - interestingly, he was originally from Turkey!

NsG

In a previous decade we visited Egypt. We were confused by the height of the kerbs - seriously, they were knee high on me and I'm not tall! Then we saw that Every. Single. Car. regardless of age or make, had a noticeable ding, dent or scratch. Was finally confirmed when a taxi driver, clapping his hands in time to the music blaring from the radio instead of keeping them on the steering wheel, that the kerb height is to keep cars on the road instead of killing pedestrians. Four *painted* lanes of traffic, six *car formed* lanes of traffic. Oh, and on the coach back from an excursion we were cut up by a man on a bike with about twenty loaves of bread on a plank of wood on his head. (This was also the holiday where our hotel's breakfast box included a whole raw, unwashed courgette - it was a WILD five days!)

Caro Caro

In Bangkok on a highway this taxi driver was flooring it. I said "that was our exit" as we sped by. He slammed on the brakes and reversed. On a friggin highway! My husbands fingernail marks are still in his dashboard, I just wanted a clean pair of undies.

Robert T

Worst was probably in Turkey. Motorway was snarled up, so he's blasting down the hard shoulder at 100 km/h, which might not sound that fast, but when there's stationary traffic in the next lane and someone suddenly decides they're going to do the same thing right in front of you. I was very glad when that ride was over. Best was in Denmark, where my boss decided he liked the driver's car (7-series BMW with air-conditioned seats!) and asked for his number, and he became my personal taxi driver whenever I went to Denmark - so nice havig a familiar face come and pick me up - interestingly, he was originally from Turkey!

NsG

In a previous decade we visited Egypt. We were confused by the height of the kerbs - seriously, they were knee high on me and I'm not tall! Then we saw that Every. Single. Car. regardless of age or make, had a noticeable ding, dent or scratch. Was finally confirmed when a taxi driver, clapping his hands in time to the music blaring from the radio instead of keeping them on the steering wheel, that the kerb height is to keep cars on the road instead of killing pedestrians. Four *painted* lanes of traffic, six *car formed* lanes of traffic. Oh, and on the coach back from an excursion we were cut up by a man on a bike with about twenty loaves of bread on a plank of wood on his head. (This was also the holiday where our hotel's breakfast box included a whole raw, unwashed courgette - it was a WILD five days!)