Ongoing Taxi Saga

Was thrilled to climb into a decent looking taxi the other day. It had a crack-free windshield and actual door and window handles. The trade-off, however, was a harrowing ride into town. As the other two passengers seemed oblivious, I was holding on for dear life as the driver insisted on speeding at every chance he got, coming up to each car in front of him within inches, beeping his horn, passing with oncoming traffic in view, and weaving in between motorcycles, cows and whatever else was in his path. Think I may opt for those dilapidated vehicles that chug along at a much slower pace.