Behind The Wheel

Konrad Marshall: My week at the wheel begins in darkness, at 3.50am on a Monday on an industrial side street in Richmond, out the front of a small taxi depot opposite a panel shop and a dumpling factory.

I'm a little nervous about my first shift. Such apprehension is not unexpected. The taxi company I work for provides a handout designed to walk virgin cabbies through their lonely beginnings – a leaflet entitled: It's my first shift! What do I do?

I should know exactly what to do. I recently finished 12 days of intensive "taxi school" training in an old shopfront office in Clifton Hill. I know all the rules and statutes that govern cabbies. (Did you know it's a $153 fine for a driver to be…