The mission of this blog is to recount some of the compelling, heart wrenching and flat out wild stories that I’ve heard while driving for a popular ride share service in the beautiful city of San Francisco, California. Of course, this blog is not about me, your driver, it is about my passengers, the citizens of this amazing city, the tourists who are drawn here and, heck, anyone that gets in any ride share car and wants to share their experiences. With that said, I would like to introduce myself and tell you my story.
My story and San Francisco
I first visited San Francisco in 1995 as a wide-eyed 18 year old. I knew no one from this city but was drawn here. The bands I listened to and loved, for me, reflected what is the soul of the Bay Area and that essence was as appealing to me then as it is now. That was the original allure. I got on a plane with a few dollars cash, slept my first night in Golden Gate Park with a bunch of squatter punks, and spent two of the most amazing and memorable weeks of my life.
When life hands you lemons…
Fast forward to 2013, my father, who I had met in my adulthood, had passed away due to complications from years of drug use, I left my partner of 4 years and moved to Baltimore to work for an extremely conservative company which I was clearly not a fit for. Needless to say, things were not going my way. This was when I decided to get up and move to San Francisco. As I determine what the next steps of my career will be, I decided to drive for one of the more prominent rideshare services. This has been a great experience.
The quirky and amazing people of San Francisco, my passengers
Regardless if you’re a techie, an artist, a sex worker, transgender, heterosexual – whatever – there is a certain type of person that is drawn to the Bay Area. People seek acceptance, care about each other and the world and often want to follow some sort of creative endeavor. As a driver, these are the people that I meet every day and these are their stories.