Too Wet
Greeting from the California/Nevada border, writing from a local Motel 6, rain chasing us from campgrounds to more standard shelter. A wide-reaching storm in this part of California and Nevada, while making life somewhat difficult for us, is bathing the parched landscape along with putting out the Mosquito Flat fire northeast of Placerville. The rain is welcome though somewhat dampening our overall experience. Again, more on my travels in a later post.
Deb and Ron---Salt-of-the Earth Bellingham Taxi
A few days before setting off on this car trip, 7000 miles and counting, I finally got to my oft delayed visit to Bellingham Yellow where I met Ron and Deb, two real taxi denizens if I have ever encountered one, and in their situation, two. Ron is originally from San Francisco and drove in that Golden Gate city for many years, Ron a counter-culture relic transferring from the Bay area to that Canada gateway city, Bellingham.
At first, Ron and his wife Deb didn't initially start their company but a few years after their arrival, they decided that owning their own cab company was a good idea. Even Deb's mother, who had been driving cab on Cape Cod, migrated from the East Coast to assist, driving for few years for her daughter. As you can see, at least for us in the "taxi know," I am portraying "real" taxi people who know the business inside and out and back inside again. It was refreshing to spend a few hours with them, with folks who speak the language and lexicon.
Upon my visit, they were in the last hours of finalizing the sale of their company to former and current employees, ready to say goodbye to something that has dominated their lives for all these many years. During our visit, they took many calls from their dispatcher, making it clear what I know too well, you don't just drive taxi, you "marry" taxi and that it how it is regardless all argument.
The reality of taxi is many, and when they decided to transition from a lease-only driver base to an employee-based company, "Big Government" began making demands by saying your Washington State Labor& Industry (L&I) insurance payments would now be $1.25 per hour, prompting them, amongst many reasons, to say "they kinda have had enough" and begin planning their exit. All I can say is that I hope they enjoy their retirement and forget about taxi altogether, otherwise it will remain a sinkhole drawing them in to its terrible bottom. And who wants that!?
Clarification
Ron is originally from Lynden, Washington, a town near Bellingham, which explains why, after leaving San Francisco, he moved back to that part of the state of Washington. The sale is still pending. And the transition from lease-driver to employee-driver was to better provide for the drivers, government demands notwithstanding.
Asshole Uber
In Mike Issac's book, it was clear that Uber in its formative years had no interest in embracing normally accepted business practices, doing whatever it wanted both here in the United States and around the world, not caring who it hurt and what damage it caused. Why that was true is less due to Uber's founders than a prevailing attitude from all involved, that being "we are the anointed" and because we know more than you do, we have the privilege to do what we want to anyone we want at any time we choose. Where does this come from, what is its foundational basis?
Obviously to me it is the too old story of class privilege and how people from the economic so-called Upper-Middle Classes, believing themselves to be superior are then just that, superior. As I have just written, when you have this attitude everything you might want to do is justifiable, destroying people's lives the least of your concerns.
And that in short, is the real Uber story. Bribery, bullying, lying, it was and is all okay, as long as the business organism known as Uber strives, nothing else was and is important. Yes, it is a standard American corporate attitude but Uber took it many steps forward past known bounds, "screw you" and "go to hell" their operational credo and motto.
The sad part is that Uber found so many business and government partners willing to grease the wheels, letting Uber bludgeon anyone who might get in their way. But when the "superior" gather together, hold hands and dance down the financial highway, you will be run over and that's how it is. Scream and yell, no one cares, you are dead, roadkill festering upon the roadside, carrion vultures picking at your bones. Whoever has the money are the bees that make the honey. Welcome to America, the ghost of Christopher Columbus forever proud, the blood of the Kalinago staining his hands.
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