Wednesday, February 24, 2010

"Vancouver Island: Live the Pipe Dream"

...cuz you won't find many barrels like that here!

Fairmont Vancouver Airport

Last Sunday morning.

Saturday, February 20, 2010


MP Sgt. Seymour (left) questions a customer too drunk to produce money, or his military ID to get into CFB Esquimalt:

At the sentry gate the customer kept intermittently passing out and trying to show everyone his iPhone. After a few minutes of hilarious dialogue Sgt. Seymour convinced him to pay the fare. Thanks Sgt. Seymour.

-- Post From Taxi

Friday, February 19, 2010


My personal ride is a four door version of this:

I clearly need rims, tint and shine. And possibly a suspension mod: those gaps look nice and tight.

-- Post From Taxi

Wednesday, February 17, 2010


New lanterns in my neighborhood.

Lower Pandora sunset.

Hillside and North Dairy

cabbie lunch

-- Post From Home


Outside Darcy's Pub last Sunday night.

-- Post From Taxi

Monday, February 15, 2010


"Massive Attack, Mezzanine, my favorite record for intimacy." - George Strombo

thanks for sharing George...

-- Post From Taxi

Saturday, February 6, 2010

death machine

Ducati 650(?) single.

-- Post From Chinatown

Friday, February 5, 2010

cabbie dinner


-- Post From Taxi

As I came down Bear Mountain I saw a bedraggled cowboy standing in a ditch across the road. He was waving his hat at me frantically.
"WHAT TIME IS IT AND DO YOU TAKE DEBIT?" he hollered.. "2:03AM, AND YES!" I hollered back. I pulled the cab around and lowered the window.
"Where ya heading?" I asked. "Up to Table Mountain road to get my horse!" That was clearly a long way up in the Highlands: pitch dark rural hill country and directly away from where I wanted to be in downtown Victoria.

He was standing in the ditch and quickly washed his face in it before putting his hat back on.
"I jest came all the way from Duncan to get my horse. Shit where's my debit card? Dang it!..."
He rooted through his wallet becoming more agitated. He had no money, no cards.
"I'm from the Coopers, we've been racing here fer fourty years!" He jestured over his shoulder towards Western Speedway.
"Take a chance on me, ah got money in the house!"
"That's the wrong way for me pal, all my business is downtown."

He stuffed a colander into the green garbage bag he had with him.
"Ah jest came from the hospital! These are mah things from the hospital!" He began to move away in the direction of Table Mountain.
"You better get outta here before ah get mad," he said. "Goddamn three hour walk woulda been a thirty-five minute drive..." He continued to mutter to himself ambled off into the Langford night. I pulled away, bemused.

-- Post From Taxi

Thursday, February 4, 2010

11:40PM, outside Plan B nightclub

Guy: "Do you know when the last ferry is?"
Me: "Yep."
Guy: " when is it?"
Me: "You missed it by about two and a half hours."
Guy: [ponders situation]..."Guess I'll just walk home."

-- Post From Taxi