The same night that I had my Best Ride, I had a realization of my purpose of driving rideshare. The purpose of driving rideshare was apparent to me after that night and I only needed to find the time to pursue that purpose.
Shortly after I accepted the ride request I patiently waited at the end of a moderately long driveway for my riders. The area was a sort of subdivision without the typical cookie-cutter, prefabrication qualities that are normal to see in suburbia.
There were 3 dudes and each seemed to be walking/ galloping/ skipping toward my vehicle at a different pace. The riders then made the difficult decision for themselves to not all sit in my vehicle’s diminutive back seat after giving it a try.
They were pre-gaming where I had scooped them up and I could already tell that this 12 minute ride was going to be fun for all of us. One guy seemed emotionally subdued, one was outlandishly hyper, and the third one was a little of both. The hyper one sat in the middle of the back seat straddling the backseat console with both hands on the front seat headrests. The middle of the back seat is the best seat in the car, I guess?
Without missing much of a beat the hyper guy asked me if I had cocaine to sell them. At this point they were probably looking for the double-secret-code-response that all cocaine moguls respond with, but I clearly didn’t know it. They signaled to each other that they would be able to find some at the bar/tavern/club that I was taking them to.
There was constant conversation between the hyper dude, myself, and the others in my vehicle for the next several minutes. At this pivotal point, as the hyper dude is bouncing in the middle back seat, he notices that I shifted from 2nd to 3rd gear with my stick shift. He howled over the idea that my compact vehicle had a stick shift and demanded that I downshift when I slowed down.
These guys thought my stick shift was completely hilarious, heck I thought it was hilarious as I was shining a toothy grin during the entire exchange.
Admittedly it was a big night in the southwest Chicagoland suburbs. A great night that has fueled my creativity, passion, social commentary, and love of stories. Blame the guys whom begged me to sell them cocaine for the Stick Shift Lyft blog!