...from a photographer's notebook
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Taxi-to-Taxi - Both Crown Vics, of course. Everything else is a pretender. End of story. ©2013 Steve Ember |
Well, actually it’s Crown
Victoria. And all her sisters have the same name.
They had, at one time, an “upscale” cousin, named Marquis, Grand Marquis. He came from the Mercury side
of the family, but fancier pretensions aside, they shared the same family
resemblance, character, and breeding.
They made – and continue to make – fine taxicabs.
Indeed, on the mean streets of Manhattan, and other big cities, they have been the
gold standard for years.
Great cavernous trunks for great bulky suitcases heading with
you to the airport…roomy, comfortable interiors, with cushy back seats…big,
smooth-performing V-8 engines and bulletproof transmissions that never break a sweat.
The very embodiment of the
tried and true large American V-8 powered rear wheel drive sedan. A
timeless body style that, at least to these eyes, combined class, lithe
good looks and a muscular stance. And quick off the mark, too.
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She shows us her classic stance at Duane Park in Tribeca |
They
are part of the urban landscape. You hail a cab in
midtown Manhattan, and it's most likely going to be a big yellow “Crown
Vic.” You step into a
smart dark gray Washington Flyer cab at Washington Dulles International
Airport, and no matter
how arduous the whole process of retrieving your luggage and getting
through
customs may have been, the final stage of coming home has some class
about it, as that heavy duty “Detroit Iron” (in this case, a Grand
Marquis) carries you home in style, with
nary a rattle or other untoward noise.
I had occasion to be in New York City recently. I’d heard
how the city was moving toward a fleet of hybrid taxis, but didn’t pay all that
much attention until I was waiting in line for a cab in front of Penn
Station…and took in the visual evidence that, taxi-wise, the urban landscape
was a-changin.’
The procession remains yellow in color, but the boxy little hybrids
that are in the mix alongside of the trusty Crown Vic, were, how
can I say it, a bit of a visual culture shock.
My local cab company in Northern Virginia still has drivers
who own Crown Vic or Mercury Grand Marquis taxis. They love them, including the
fact they’re still soldiering on, solid and rattle-free as a rock, as their odometers march on
toward 300,000 miles. I even have this quaint old habit of calling one of these
drivers if I’m making a “special” trip, like out to the airport.
But bulletproof and safe as they may be, their end is
approaching, as a result of age and mileage rules imposed by the various
jurisdictions, and the fact that Ford stopped building the Crown Vic almost two years ago.
Not sure if the mean streets of Manhattan allow Crown Vics
to make it out to 300,000 miles, but it’s going to be interesting to see
whether those more environment-friendly hybrid taxis will have the “stuff” to
compile a reliability record anywhere near as exemplary as the old Crown
Vic.
And
gosh knows, they sure aren't as pretty. And I can tell you, first hand,
they don't smooth out those cratered Manhattan streets like a big,
long-wheel-based, solidly built Crown Vic.
Me, I’ll keep hailing these lovely machines, as long as they’re
plying the streets of Manhattan…or anywhere else, and will be pointing a camera
at the graceful and muscular Crown Victoria taxi cab whenever I can, ‘cause I want to remember her when she's gone.
Not for many years, I hope. (*)
©2014 Steve Ember
(*) But when that day comes ;-) Labels: Crown Victoria, Grand Marquis, Manhattan, New York City Taxi, Washington Dulles International Airport, Washington Flyer
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