Car Pool Log: 2006 11-30: Special Edition

Silver Lexus GS 300, black leather interiors, luxury sedan. Driver wore professional jacket, silver bracelet. The interior of the car was spotless and clean except for two hair attached to the fabric of the ceiling; one blonde and one silver.

Passenger began playing with radio. “There’s nothing on the sixth station,” he said.

“I have one of my CDs in there,” Driver said. The music was a classical aria. Driver began to sing, quietly to the music. Her voice was pretty and possibly classically trained.

The second song had lyrics that were in either Italian or Spanish. Passenger and Driver talked about the translations. I could hear their talk but was unable to catch any specific phrase or sentence.

“They should let taxis through the car pool lane since it’s our job,” Driver said as we approached the toll. “I mean, my job,” she corrected herself. At first I had assumed that Driver and Passenger knew each other but I started having my doubts.

“What a clear day!” she said as we crossed the bridge.

A car tried moving into our lane as she drove into the off-ramp, she honked the horn. “This lane is small enough as it is.”

“I can drop you off at the Fremont and Howard car pool stop or else I’ll be continuing up Fremont. Whichever is convenient for you,” Driver said.