Friday Cab Roundup [Updated]

Yeehaw, and many thanks to loyal DuelingBarstools reader Ale, who submitted nearly a half dozen cab pics for future cab roundups.  That means a double dose of cab name speculation in the coming week.

First up is World Cab.  This cab driver thinks globally, drives locally, and plays “We are the World” on a loop. It’s not a bad cab name, it’s not a great cab name.

Next is Goldwing Cab. I have to assume Goldwing is a reference to the Goldwing motorcyle, and the driver is a member of the Goldwing Road Riders Association, which proudly advertises:

The Gold Wing Road Riders Association (GWRRA) is the world’s largest single-marque social organization for owners and riders of Honda Gold Wing/Valkyrie motorcycles — and some would say, the world’s largest family. Dedicated to our motto, Friends for Fun, Safety and Knowledge, GWRRA members enjoy the freedom of belonging to a not-for-profit, non-religious and non-political organization.

Founded in 1977, GWRRA has grown to more than 80,000 U.S., Canadian and international members in 53 foreign countries in just 32 years. Over 800 active Chapters are managed by 4,000 volunteer leaders working with members to foster safe, enjoyable riding while also working to improve the public image of motorcycling.

Our third cab, A Cab, adds fuel to last week’s conspiracy theory’s fire. If A Cab stands for “Alpha Cab,” A Cab’s driver is most likely the leader of the cab terror cell. If, perchance, A Cab and H-Z cab are wholly unrelated then A Cab’s driver may be an extraordinarily humble, understated individual who doesn’t want to draw undue attention to his Cab. It’s too bad, however, that A Cab isn’t Capt. ACab. That’d be a nice play on Moby Dick. Maybe the driver figures people looking for a taxi will spot his 80s yellow sedan from a distance, yell “There’s a cab” or “I see a cab” and then be pleasantly surprised that the cab’s name is “A Cab,” just like they predicted.

UPDATED 3/13/2010 @ 11:15 am: Loyal DuelingBarstools reader SarahB had some brilliant insight as to A Cab, which I happily post for you now:

If you want a cab and are not particular, A Cab is fine. But a discerning, image conscious passenger would want The Cab.

Imagine arriving at a function and being asked, “How did you get here?” You reply, “A cab.” End of drab story, person who inquired turns around and scans the room for a new exchange, preferably one more remarkable than one would have with a house plant. At this point, you begin your lonely orbit into the firmament, a dark socially inept satellite witnessing from a distance the activities of other brighter stars. Hence, wouldn’t you rather respond to the initial question thusly? “I arrived by way of The Cab.” This would surely generate immediate interest in your conversation. Every person within earshot would pivot towards you as the meaning of the THE’s inferred emphasis is understood. And, likely, just by employing The Cab’s services, the driver’s navigational prowess and street-wise roguishness would be transmitted to you and surround you in a warm aura of social awesomeness (abundance of –esses is good). You’d be the instant life of the party. No more solitary consignment to a desolate corner of the room for you!

“Hey, did you hear? He took The Cab to get here. THE Cab. Damn! I wish I had taken The Cab instead of A Cab.”

Next is . . . U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A! U.S.A!

OK, this is kind of weird. R.S.V.P. would be a pretty funny cab name, but it’s a volunteer police officer-mobile.  Note to self and others: you never, ever, ever, want to ride in the R.S.V.P. car.  Oh what a shock it would be walk out of a bar, see R.S.V.P. car barreling down the street towards you, step out in the street to hail it for a ride, then have a volunteer police officer (question: are vol’y cops above or below a mall cop?) with a hard on for enforcing the rules give you a ticket for attempted jaywalking or public intoxication. The good news is that assuming if you get in an argument with said volunteer policeman, and he tells you to shut up, you can say “but Ociffer your car says ‘répondez s’il vous plaît,’ – please respond.” Then he’ll tell you the joke’s on you because he is the one who is responding. That’s why its the R.S.V.P. car.

Next is Jinegwo Cab. To my great dismay Jinegwo appears to simply be a common African name (see here and here too). Nothing more, nothing less. No Mogogo-like symbolic meaning. Unfortunately, I suppose Juliet India November Echo Golf Whiskey Oscar doesn’t make much sense here. What a buzzkill.

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