The land where nothing fazes

While reading the NY Times on-line over lunch, I was attracted to the headline "A Cab Burns: Midtown Takes It In Stride." Much to my dismay, I discovered in reading the article that taxis spontaneously bursting in to flame was anything but this one time occurrence! I already have been buckling my seat-belt religiously after hearing some horror stories about people going through the plastic partition in cabs during accidents.

The main problem is that when attempting to evaluate a cab driver's skills, like some abstract art, it is hard to differentiate between bad form and genius; they can frequently take the same shape. Driving the wrong way down a one way alley is either a brilliant maneuver to evade traffic or the guy doesn't know what 'Wrong Way - Do Not Enter' means.

Either way, I feel more nervous than ever.