My goodness, you don't know the luxury you've got! Ten years or so ago we had taxis without wing mirrors (and in one case, brakes), with broken window winders, defunct suspension, no a/c (unless you threatened to get out and not pay, when it miraculaously started working) and with drivers who slept in the same taxi and clothes for weeks at a time.
Back in the early 90s there was a curiously monkey-like driver whose left foot used to wander away from the brake, up the side of the door and end up on the dashboard, where he apparently found it most comfortable. It was always an experience getting into his cab. But the one I would never get in again was number 1978, which once made it from Doha to the Industrial Area at 120kmph the whole way, detouring across the desert (many of today's buildings weren't there) when he encountered traffic, roadworks or other obstacles, and then veering back onto the road.
My goodness, you don't know the luxury you've got! Ten years or so ago we had taxis without wing mirrors (and in one case, brakes), with broken window winders, defunct suspension, no a/c (unless you threatened to get out and not pay, when it miraculaously started working) and with drivers who slept in the same taxi and clothes for weeks at a time.
Back in the early 90s there was a curiously monkey-like driver whose left foot used to wander away from the brake, up the side of the door and end up on the dashboard, where he apparently found it most comfortable. It was always an experience getting into his cab. But the one I would never get in again was number 1978, which once made it from Doha to the Industrial Area at 120kmph the whole way, detouring across the desert (many of today's buildings weren't there) when he encountered traffic, roadworks or other obstacles, and then veering back onto the road.
Karwa taxis are heavenly in comparison.