Tag: FLYT

1.48 Wrinkles

Day six of my fourteen hour fortnight. FLYT held a general meeting last Friday which I missed due to the Fall Foliage Tour. It turns out one of the drivers came in sick with – swine, C, Spanish, bird, #10 – some variety of…

1.47 Deadlines

The First Annual Fall Foliage Tour (even with its stressful bits) turned out rather grand.  Sam got a fat tip from me (for obvious reasons), from Wood (for providing surreptitious Bundesliga scores) and from Beatrice (for carrying her luggage up the trail to the…

1.20 The Game’s Afoot…

Mr. Grindle lived on the opposite edge of the Old Town and his destination (according to my FLYT driver app) just over a mile away. When I pulled up to the curb, I spied a silver-haired man in his fifties. When he turned to…

Diamonds and Pearls…

One of my first FLYT fares – a nice lady of a certain age wearing (you guessed it) diamonds, pearls and the cutest pillbox hat – wanted me to drop her off at this door. Not a clue what lays beyond the threshold, but…

1.19 My Career as a Chauffeur

(The Princess as she was when I bought her, before spiffing her up!) FLYT: Whether it’s hop, skip or a jump, start your trip with us! My new interim career: chauffeur. Sounds glamorous right?  On my first day I donned black slacks, vest and…

Drive With FLYT…

The advert which gave me the idea of driving for FLYT! I get to be a professional driver…though I think my skills are more on level with Herbie The Love Bug than Lewis Hamilton (sadly). (You remember Herbie The Love Bug, the 1968 Disney…