"Piloting London’s distinctive black cabs (taxis to everyone else) is no easy feat. To earn the privilege, drivers have to pass an intense intellectual ordeal, known charmingly as The Knowledge. Ever since 1865, they’ve had to memorise the location of every street within six miles of Charing Cross – all 25,000 of the capital’s arteries, veins and capillaries. They also need to know the locations of 20,000 landmarks – museums, police stations, theatres, clubs, and more – and 320 routes that connect everything up." Acquiring The Knowledge changes the brains of those who acquire it.
"It was another slow shift tonight. And though there weren't many people taking cabs, there were more than enough asshole drivers on the streets." New York Hack, the blog of a NYC female cabbie. "Another girl I drove tonight had an emergency of her own, though of a different caliber. I overheard her on the phone explaining to a friend how she was rushing over to her boyfriend's house to have "make-up sex." It sounded urgent enough to me, so I got her there as quickly as I could." Pictures included.
Backwards . . . into the future A cab driver in India, who's driven only in reverse gear for the last two years (at speeds up to 85 kph, and without accident), hopes his upcoming trip will bring about peace with Pakistan.