The last ride in a taxi I had wasn’t anything like this.  It wasn’t a pedal car driven by an enormous man named Gino.  He didn’t have an umbrella that had the ability to catch reflections and help us ward of evil creatures.  In fact, I also don’t recall there being a young child on his back trapping the sounds I made.

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Maybe the cabs in France are different.

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Greg Micek

Greg Micek has been writing on and off about games since the late nineties, always with a focus on indie games. He started DIYGames.com in 2000, which was one of the earliest gaming sites to focus exclusively on indie games.

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