As you guys (and gals) may be aware, most if not all of the fx4's will vanish from our capital soon. luckily most other local authorities still allow them in a shonky 750,000 mile kinda way 
After sampling one the other night as a stereotypical worse for wear passenger, I decided I like them and have started eyeing them up as the next car to own. even the little chirpy 1/2 a turn
starter noise makes me feel a bit fluffy.
Now, of course taxis come in all different flavours.
At my main work (skoda) we supply a local cab firm with new/used octavia 1.9 diseasels. A particular 58 plate cab I PDI'd is now on 190,000 miles and has that look/patina only a car with experience
can gain. It has matured into a car that if it could speak would tell a thousand stories, would have a terrible cough from all the nicotine and be slightly p*ssed from the night before after absorbing all the concealed drinks (anyone sneaked a full pint out of a pub up your sleeve? Or a wife who tries to take home a glass of wine in her handbag?) that always end up spilled.
Another local firm has just gotten rid of its last Rover 800. The poor things always had a look of horror on them as they went from a genteel life of being perhaps a minor MD's new car, maybe towing Mavis and Stan's beige supreme caravan to skegness of a weekend racking up a mere 20k in 10 years. Then it gets picked up from the auctions for £400, plated, and within 12 hours its done 1000 miles and at least 3 people have puked in it.
America has it good of course, the mighty CROWN Vic. How such a car has made sense a taxi for so long baffles me. its like being in a minibus with a hole in the fuel tank. Overkill on space for the 3 passengers and horrible economy. But they are so awesomely cool!! i'd take one over a fake police car any day.
Likewise in Las Vegas, I was lucky (ha!) to get a ride in a Dodge Charger. Awesome thought I, like the Dukes of Hazaard and all that. No, a urine soaked blue and white with beige cloth base model that most people don't know exists. What a let down, clonking, stinking, 400,000 mile wreck so far away from a Hemi or SRT8 it didn't deserve the badges it wore. But it just felt right, like a tired old pair of converse that you only wear for doing the dirtiest of jobs in.
Taxi Chic, to coin a phrase, cannot be faked. It just happens.
(All of the above may well be b*ll*cks. Sorry)
After sampling one the other night as a stereotypical worse for wear passenger, I decided I like them and have started eyeing them up as the next car to own. even the little chirpy 1/2 a turn
starter noise makes me feel a bit fluffy.
Now, of course taxis come in all different flavours.
At my main work (skoda) we supply a local cab firm with new/used octavia 1.9 diseasels. A particular 58 plate cab I PDI'd is now on 190,000 miles and has that look/patina only a car with experience
can gain. It has matured into a car that if it could speak would tell a thousand stories, would have a terrible cough from all the nicotine and be slightly p*ssed from the night before after absorbing all the concealed drinks (anyone sneaked a full pint out of a pub up your sleeve? Or a wife who tries to take home a glass of wine in her handbag?) that always end up spilled.
Another local firm has just gotten rid of its last Rover 800. The poor things always had a look of horror on them as they went from a genteel life of being perhaps a minor MD's new car, maybe towing Mavis and Stan's beige supreme caravan to skegness of a weekend racking up a mere 20k in 10 years. Then it gets picked up from the auctions for £400, plated, and within 12 hours its done 1000 miles and at least 3 people have puked in it.
America has it good of course, the mighty CROWN Vic. How such a car has made sense a taxi for so long baffles me. its like being in a minibus with a hole in the fuel tank. Overkill on space for the 3 passengers and horrible economy. But they are so awesomely cool!! i'd take one over a fake police car any day.
Likewise in Las Vegas, I was lucky (ha!) to get a ride in a Dodge Charger. Awesome thought I, like the Dukes of Hazaard and all that. No, a urine soaked blue and white with beige cloth base model that most people don't know exists. What a let down, clonking, stinking, 400,000 mile wreck so far away from a Hemi or SRT8 it didn't deserve the badges it wore. But it just felt right, like a tired old pair of converse that you only wear for doing the dirtiest of jobs in.
Taxi Chic, to coin a phrase, cannot be faked. It just happens.
(All of the above may well be b*ll*cks. Sorry)
the old za taxi
the new za taxi
