What an event! I don't know where to start. I had decided that I wanted to push through and see where Uber had the maximum hours for driving set at. I hit it. 12 hours. 33 rides - definitely a personal record.
A few light trends. There were 3 riders who had their vehicles in the shop and were on their way to pick it up. There were 3 riders named Kevin. There were 2 rides where I dropped off and the next ride was at the same spot. One rider or riders gets out, and another group of riders gets in. This happened at Terry Black's BBQ and at the Wal-Mart at 183 and I-35.
First time to be on a road with an 80-mph speed limit with a rider. Tried twice to chase down a surge area for the first time in a long time but was interrupted by a ride request both times. Was delayed by the same frickin' freight train 3 times in Leander and Cedar Park. The traffic during the day was horrible. After waiting to get around a trash truck in one neighborhood, I coined a phrase that described the challenges of the day. "Trains, Trash Trucks, and Traffic"
Confirmed that I was in downtown Pflugerville in the middle of the night on the post titled 05/08/2024, when I passed through that same spot during the day. Things don't have near the mystic about them during the day compared to at night.
The Uber app has become increasingly annoying in the way it moves to the next turn before you have arrived at the one you are about to engage.
Conversations about quilting with a nice lady. She was one of the ones that had to go pick up her vehicle from the shop.
Listening to a group discuss the breeding of dogs. Apparently, it is illegal to breed Dachshunds in Germany.
Picked up a small group of people that were from a country in South America. They were delighted to discover that I spoke Spanish and were more than curious about how I had learned to speak the language. The gentleman that was paying for the ride was wanting to know how they could secure transportation with cash. He said that every time he uses his card, the financial institution was sticking on a steep fee for converting the money. I didn't want to, but I suggested a Taxi as they used to accept cash.
The most important piece of information gained from the day was that there is a Twin Peaks in South Austin that I did not know about. There is a rule I have when picking up a rider at a Twin Peaks. Two questions must be asked of the rider. How was the food? How was the scenery?
I received a request for a person named "A". I mentally cycled through the possible types of people that would put that as their name and upon pickup, none of the possibilities in my mind were accurate. It was a high school girl going home. There was an awesome cow trail type of road going down the side of a slope at the top of the hill at Spicewood Springs above 360, to get to her house. It was both daring and adventurous going down into the underbrush and the unknown.
I have come to detest the smell of fried chicken. I think it is the oil that is being used but it smells like clothes that are dirty with fart smell. To date I can only confirm that Raising Cane's and Pluckers fall into this category. Today the person I picked up from one of the above establishments had that smell in his clothes. I had a lady smoker as well that had the cigarette smell in her clothes. Both instances required a 40-mph wind flush that messed up my hair.
On the last ride, I thought that I was going to provoke the rider into the next revolution. The more we talked about the state that the country was in, the more he was talking revolution. That transitioned into a conversation about having to see something to believe in it. Of course, the subject of God came into that conversation, and he stated that he didn't want to offend me if I was a Christian, which I am, but he couldn't believe in something he couldn't physically see. "I can believe in a paper bag as long as I can see it". This was at the end of the ride, and he left the vehicle looking back and shouting "don't forget what I told you!". Oh, believe me, I won't.
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