Photo by Michael N. Paras
New York is a taxi city. While hardly cheap, its yellow cabs are surprisingly affordable compared to London, Paris, or Rome.
You can tell a story of a New York relationship through taxi-rides. There’s the taxi you take at the end of a first date, when you’re making out so furiously in the back seat you don’t notice you’ve made it to your place (or his). There’s the avoid-the-walk-of-shame taxi, the “Oh God! I’m running late for our movie tickets!” taxi-ride (invariably stuck in traffic), the teary post-breakup taxi-ride. They are all part of the New York experience.
“It’s the ultimate New York luxury,” says my friend Kate, as we give in to our high heels and flag a cab down one night. “We all know we should just take the subway, but when cabs are so easy… That’s what I love about this place. You can stay out all night, have an amazing time, and still get home safely the second you’ve had enough.”
Not even Uber has managed to threaten NYC’s taxi culture. While the number of medallion cabs and Uber drivers in the city is comparable, yellow cabs make ten times the trips Ubers do. In a city where people are as relentlessly overworked as New York, those few extra minutes off the subway or bus become indulgences. Time, in this ever-moving city, is the most precious commodity of all.
Take me there!