When a river is flooded, dirt rises to the surface. This is true of the Bree Street taxi rank, which is the bane of passengers and taxi operators.  

Passengers listen to the radio station chosen by a taxi driver. Most drivers listen to Ukhozi FM or to Lesedi FM. 

A dull taxi journey was enlivened by an unexpected joker who was vocal about his view of women. It was extremely hot last Friday and the taxi was late. We had to go to the alternative stop after our regular taxi failed to show up. We were hot, irritable, uncomfortable and had short fuses. No one spoke in the taxi.  

A reader has called in to complain about having to change taxis in the middle of a route. 

Taxi commuters are used to seeing students lugging all their luggage into the taxi at the end of the school term. 

I have received a report from a new organisation that wants to improve delivery in the taxi industry. 

A group of young men who work in the taxi industry paid Taxi2.com a visit to outline their vision on what taxi ranks should look like. 

There are people who give themselves powers in taxis. They want to direct others on where they should sit. 

There is a special smell associated with taxi ranks. It is part petrol and oil, dirty toilets and urine, sweaty armpits and takkies. 

The Metro cops are out in full force on the roads. They have embarked on the yearly Arrive Alive campaign without informing the motorists. 

The ongoing taxi violence has frightened every member of our taxi crew. Though the violence has not really spread to our routes, commuters are worried it might be catching like the flu. 

I boarded a taxi last week anticipating the political talk that would follow on our journey to town. The whole country was agog at the shenanigans of the ANC bigwigs.