One of my favorite names for taxis, because it really does look like a chicken thigh in profile. There is nothing else to say about this, no anecdote. I just like that you can refer to your cab by a food name.
TAXI DRIVER HONKING: “Hey, lady, you need a cab?”
ME, COMING OUT OF STORE WITH BAGS: “No, no, thanks…I already have a cab, it’s that chicken thigh over there.”
GOOD NEWS EVERYONE! I have finally isolated 12 taxi model names (so far I’ve unveiled 3 in my postcards: the Chicken Thigh, the Carina and the Benedict XVI) so I am planning a Pointe-Noire taxi 2013 calendar. YES. It will happen. And it will be bizarre and random and super-awesome.