A short love story about Lyft
I realized that, yet again, months have passed since my last post, so am hereby rebooting m-cubed, and committing to frequent posts again. Genius after all is 1% inspiration and 99% try try try, right? :)
I am a big fan of the idea of habit-building. Any new endeavor, if turned into a habit, will run a (much) smaller risk of being abandoned despite life’s operational undulations. People don’t stop brushing their teeth in the morning, regardless of how busy their day gets.. I therefore am continuing to try to turn writing on Medium into a habit.
My prior posts have all been long narrations of experiences and philosophies. I still intend to write these ever so often. To promote this habit of writing, however, I plan this time around to write shorter pieces, more frequently.
To kick things off, I will share my incredible experience riding Lyft in San Francisco over the past couple of weeks. I am in week 5 of what is supposed to be a 6–8 week recovery from two back injuries (separated by a week, arg). Physically incapable of public transit, I’ve been ‘Lyfting’ to and from work each day.
From ~2 weeks riding Lyft & talking w/ drivers, here are the countries I’ve learned more about: Brazil, Japan, Italy, Mexico, and Nepal! I mean, incredible, don’t you think? Each conversation lasts no more than 10min, spaced out over the course of a ~20–25min ride. I always sit in the front seat. That makes the ride more peer-to-peer vs. rider-to-driver; for some reason, I’ve felt more comfortable this way.
I learned that each driver is new to San Francisco / California / US, and they all have incredible stories. One is a certified helicopter pilot taking a break, one an implementation-consultant for SAP and transplant from Brazil (via LA), another is half-Japanese half-Italian, with ancestors fleeing Nazi Europe and imperialist Japan circa WW2, another an ex-technician on an assembly line for a Chevy plan in South America, and yet another with many stories he’d heard about how drug cartels influence rural parts of Mexico.
Of course, every conversation involved discussion on food from those parts! It gets better; the Brazilians talked about how Americans need to hug each other more, the Mexican said he loves curry and Indian food, the half-Japanese and half-Italian said he surprisingly doesn’t speak Japanese or Italian, and the Nepalese man said he has three other roommates and they all drive for Lyft!
It has essentially been like a series of personal micro-tours of the world, all the while just commuting to and from work. All from taking Lyft, which I have now come to love even more. Beautiful :)