Whether you're still driving or stopped (now or a while back) I'm sure there's something you miss about the old days of driving. Even a tiny bit
I miss shuffling
Now you get the sounds of silence?I miss the sounds of gagging and barfing in the back seat.
I miss the sounds of angry, arguing drunken pax's.
I really miss the sounds of a 19 yo punk telling me what I have to do.
I miss the smells ... oh, the smells I miss the most.
I miss the Uber messages saying that I haven't been accepting enough $3 rides.
I miss the cops hassling me for being an Uber driver.
I miss Uber hassling me for being an Uber driver.
I miss the pax's hassling me for being an Uber driver.
I miss the look of concern on my wife's face as I drop a small pistol in my pocket to go to work.
This is another reason I liked the sweet spot on friday nights when people are ready to go out, after work and before getting drunk. Happy, pumped, friendlyI miss driving at night time. I used to find it cosy and kind of magical doing the bar traffic. Vibing with people who are in the zone as far as going out. I like people who are out to have fun. I can't count the number of times I used to gel with nice pax, we'd often get on like a house on fire. The default experience on here of a-hole riders is pretty alien to me, outside of an occasional prick.