When I was in my early 20s (mid 1980s) I worked in graphics full time but I got a part time job as a taxi driver four nights a week. We all did most things like that Bobjugs, although I would never dream of it now I've grown up! Most of the drivers were the same and the taxi firm didn't care - everything was on their insurance.
Passengers in the car were a nuisance. If it had gone quiet and it was winter I would take myself off to the middle of an empty car park, floor the pedal and spin the car so fast on the ice I would end up dizzy! We leapt hump-backed bridges at 40 to get the wheels off the ground and I still remember the jarring crunch as the cars came back to earth. In pre-camera days we broke every speed limit, especially when it was busy. I only slowed down after getting caught speeding twice but that was after losing police cars more than once. One night at 2am, I tried to take a sweeping A-road bend out in the countryside at 90mph. I lost the car which hit the kerb sideways, I leapt a fence without touching it and rolled to a stop in a field. Thank God for my seat belt! I still remember the noise and being thrown everyway against the belt. I had to clamber back over the fence in the dark and start walking. The first car that came along stopped and droped me at the taxi office where I couldn't explain how I'd lost the car or where it was! The police found it next day but it was completely wrecked, despite Mercs being built like tanks. They said I should have been dead and couldn't believe I didn't have a scratch.
One night, I was rolling down an estate road at 28mph just killing time. I had a young lad in a Mk1 VW GTi scream up behind me and try to pass, which he couldn't. He then settled so close on my bumper I couldn't see his grille. I could see him glaring at me like a demon and continually revving his throttle. Fool! I let him do that for a while, then I just stopped dead! The front of his car was wrecked - bonnet and wings