A Conversation on Kap with a Cop

A rideshare driver’s recollection of a brief, but poignant conversation

When you are on the road for miles upon miles, day after day, week after week, you feel a need to break up the monotony of driving around in the same extended sphere — in the same semi-circles and circles, around and around, wheels turning. The experience of communing with strangers and the many wonderful people that I have met on its own keeps life interesting on the road, although once in a while I like to extend my sphere and take off to roam new streets and explore unchartered territory.

To be able to pick up and go, yet keep working, is one of the beauties of the job — and a necessity, for as a full-time driver I am unable to spare too many hours off the clock. When I lived up north, I would come south occasionally to mix it up in LA. Now that I live in LA, I find a need to get away a little more, so I spice up my driving experience by heading down to one of my favorite cities, working the sphere circling its majestic downtown harbor and adjacent airport.

The desert and beach palms of San Diego sooth my soul. The Gaslamp glows bright in the center of it all, but there is light all about this wonderful region. I love driving around San Diego, an area full of diverse topography and variant shades and forms of humanity. I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I scoot around “America’s Finest City.”

To me, it is not a moniker overstated, although deception does lie in the proclamation of San Diego as…