Taxi Driver of the Week - August Edition

I know it's only Monday, but I'm pretty sure this guy is going to beat out all the rest. 


Within the first minute of getting in the taxi, I thought 'and today will be my last.'  OK -- that was a bit dramatic, but he was driving like a prison escapee on speed. 


Then I realized that he was 'salsa driving.'  That is, every turn, acceleration, and lane change he made (which he made many) was exactly like a paso in salsa!  He even held the steering wheel as if it were the waist and hand of his dance partner.  He'd so vigorously snap his fingers and tap his feet to the rapid salsa tunes thumping from his radio that I couldn't help shaking my hips and tapping my feet by the end of the trip.