Flashes of Panic

I’ve seen the cabs out here do some scary stuff, like passing on a double-yellow (in front of the CS building!), right on red without stop, etc. etc.

So it took me by surprise this morning when a cabbie stopped on Highland Street in Somerville and waved me across the street on my run. He didn’t even need to; there wasn’t anyone behind him, nor was there anyone coming the other way.

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