90% Of Rideshare Is... Rideshare

Obvious point: it's not always a dream to do this gig. Yesterday especially. But first, context.

Five years ago, my family took a trip with our kids.

It was to a place we've been to a bunch of times, Knoebels. That's a family-run amusement park in central Pennsylvania, and a pretty magical place. Free to enter, free to park, good and relatively cheap food, great roller coasters, manageable wait times for rides, everything done right. We've made a ton of memories there, from the good (tricking people into taking a drenching water ride by slow-playing the impact, waterslides at sunset, the smile machine that is the Phoenix roller coaster) to the bad (fleeing during a flash flood, having a kid come down with a stomach illness during their birthday). It's our place, and never more so than five years ago today.

As night fell and we rode a slow chair lift down the valley, the park under us, the kids in their own cart in front of us, it felt very poignant. They were 16 and 11 years old, closer to the end than the beginning for us as parents of dependent people. It felt like the future was going to be OK, and that we had done a good job as parents and providers.

When I was in that ride, I had (what felt like) stable full-time employment. There was a college fund and no credit card debt. I hadn't ever worked as a rideshare driver. While I worked as a consultant and supplemented my income as a sports blogger (back when that sort of thing was possible), my nights and weekends were mostly free. I could take the family out for the occasional trip. I complained about things because that's what humans do, but looking back, I really shouldn't have.

Fast forward five years and... well, things have changed.

The kids are now 21 and 16, and still home, lives delayed due to pandemic and other circumstances. I've had a number of adventures in my professional life, some great, some terrible, none particularly steady. Rideshare became a consistent source of income, sometimes to help pay down debts, sometimes to be the only income coming on. Our medical benefits have been at risk and intermittent, and while the end of the mortgage is in sight, the end of credit card debt is not. I've kept up with the bills for the most part, accomplished some things, kept the more important parts of my health, but man alive, I should have been more grateful back then.

Four and a half years ago, when a gig ended without warning, I started ridesharing when I realized it would pay more than unemployment, and sitting around waiting for the phone to ring was pointless when the phone was, well, right there in the car with me. I've now done slightly over 19K rides since, and over 8K hours in the app, likely 10K hours in the harness, what with breaks and drives home and so on. It's been done so many days and nights, it sometimes feels weird not to do the second shift. If I sit down to watch a game, some part of me is figuring out how much that's costing, in terms of lost income.

There's an old saying, mostly attributed to a person that doesn't need further notoriety, that 90% of life is just showing up. As a rideshare driver, that's especially true. If I drive when I'm happy and engaged with life, versus times when I'm struggling with concerns that have nothing to do with the gig, there is an impact. My tips go down, and my ratings might suffer a little. My body might hurt more, and I might not really want to be doing this today, but the numbers are the numbers, and what needs to be done will be done. Sacrifices will be made. A sad hour doing rideshare brings in more income than an hour not doing rideshare.

Yesterday, the 21-year-old took the 16-year-old and two of their friends with them to Knoebels. They masked up during a pandemic while being fully vaccinated; God knows what the other park participants did. I drove over 10 hours in the app to pay for that and other thigs, and will likely do something similar today, given how it's a holiday and the rest of the week is going to be heavily compromised with other duties. 

We all have stuff to bear, choices to make, and much to do. 

And while I would have rather been with my kids yesterday, the better (note: not easier) choice was to be with my passengers instead.

Showing up, indeed.

When Uber Feels Like Punishment

Every trip to the warehouse

With 22% fewer active drivers in Q1 2021 and a growing number of passengers as fears of the pandemic subside (for good or ill), ride prices are up by 79% since 2019. (Numbers from a recent story in my feed that I'm not going to cite. Feeds gonna feed.)

So this is a wonderful time to be an Uber driver, right? Especially when every stray cough from the back seat doesn't make you question your life choices, and summer nights means windows down for safe full ventilation...

Well, no. 

What's going on now is that the income inequalities between good and bad shifts are higher. Which means that when a shift goes south, it stings more at a human level. As a driver, it's much harder to be patient about that sort of thing. (And let's face it: if I'm in the car, it's because my other clients aren't keeping me busy enough. I had three, these days, it's closer to one. It's what happens in marketing in summer, and it's not good times.)

Which leads me to the experience of spending the better part of an hour driving a warehouse worker to their location last week. It was late at night, because of course it was. It took a long time to get to them, because of course there aren't drivers clamoring for this kind of fare. I didn't want long rides to warehouse areas late at night because I was chasing a ride completion bonus, which is why I was out late in the first place.

But I also had received nothing but long rides for the better part of the week from that platform, and the math only lets you choose so much.

So I had to do it. So did my fare. They weren't (ever) going to tip, because the only reason why you'd want a warehouse job late at night is because your other life choices have led you to, well, this. You also probably aren't going to be thrilled or great company, because you had to wait a really long time for your ride.

When a fare like this happens, what you are tempted to do is turn off the app, drive empty back to the area where prices are surging, and try to restart your shift at a better hourly rate.

Which is when, if you are me, you get a far request from outside of the surge area, for half or less of the bonus you saw on screen a few seconds ago. To a warehouse.

The side hustle doesn't *always* feel like punishment. Maybe the night shift warehouse job doesn't, either.

But when it does?

Yeah. 

A lot.

When The Passenger Performs

 As we move slowly and haltingly out of the pandemic, we're starting to get back to a rideshare experience where conversation with the driver is more common. This can make the shift more memorable... but not, well, more pleasant. Let's get into ome of the month's, um, best.

> "I just got out of prison." (Followed up by that he's late for his parole visit to a halfway house, and that he's drunk.)

Well, thanks for sharing. Let's just get you to where you are going so that I can 3-star you once I'm no longer in your line of sight... regardless of your tip.

> Two passengers decide to perform a drunken performance art skit involving same-sex shenanigans, as if this is something I'm going to react strongly to. (And yes, having known Proud people for decades, I can tell when it's drunken straight guys doing a bit. You could too, assuming your usual ride isn't on the back of a turnip truck.) 

After ten minutes of escalation ending in a drop off and three stars, I head off to my next fare... who tell about a lump of evening-changing cash in the back, and refuses to take any of it as a finder's fee. Karmic costs!

Now, it's not always bad. 

> I had an amazing fare for an hour with a woman who works in archaeology. Had a personal connection to a recent scandal involving the disposal of remains from the MOVE tragedy. Also confirmed that the coverage of human sacrifice in Central American indigenous tribes was oversold on cultural racism. Great hour.

> Another amazing conversation with a computer engineer at a big brokerage firm who used to be a (wait for it) performing ballerina. Since she presents as female in that field, she also gets to be the social conduit for other members of the team. Sounds lucrative, but far from equitable -- and the neighborhood that I dropped her off in was in no way what you'd predict for either of those occupations. You never know, really.

> A guy who was recovering from the previous day's entertainment by stalking down his phone, including hours or pawing through his garbage. At least his day ended well.

If patterns continue, more soon...

Murder The Deer Now Please

Please End These

According to the Wall Street Journal, in some developed parts of the United States, there are 50 to 114 deer per square kilometer. Before European settlement, the number was more like 2 to 4 per square kilometer, mostly because there's nothing alive that eats deer anymore. Once you get past 8, it's really not good, because they eat everything.

What also happens when they get past 8 is that your poor rideshare driver spends their time behind the wheel twitching while they count deer. I generally see a half dozen ore more per night, and that's with actively trying to stay in urban areas. 

I don't have a solution for this. New Jersey is the most densely populated state in the country, and reintroducing wolves to the burbs or hunters with guns blazing on highway overpasses is probably not a win, either. Tranquilizations and sterilizations may be an idea, and giving away processed venison seems like a fine thing for the meat eaters among us to eat responsibly. 

But I've been doing this for 4 years now, and every year, the deer are more numerous -- and always getting worse. Things that can't continue don't.

More numbers... 

My Old Guy Question And Moment

The Only Wheel They Use

 A question to the cyclists of my local urban area... 

Are you shamed by people who see you riding on both wheels, rather than the one?

Or is there some other reason why you are seemingly always driving on just the back wheel?

I used to ride a bike a lot. Once I got past the emotional, physical and mental age of 12, my need to Pop A Wheelie kind of went away, especially when you realize that (a) falling is a lot more likely on one wheel than two, and falling sucks, and (b) you are paying for both wheels, so you might as well use them.

Oh, and one more thing... the roads you are doing this on are some of the worst in the state and the area. Lots and lots of potholes.

So is there something I'm missing here? A secret desire to have a unicycle, because everyone is down to clown?