A wonderfully funny taxi driver

On the morning of our first full day in Poland we decided to go to the Harley store. Before leaving the hotel we located the store on the terrific Google map that is provided with iPad. We knew it was too far to walk; so we had our first ride in a Polish taxi. We quickly found out that it seems all of Warsaw's cabbies are real characters with very sunny and funny personalities.

We hesitatingly approached the taxi just outside the hotel and asked if he knew how to get to the Harley Davidson store and handed him a paper with the address and another with a picture of the store that had been acquired off the web before we left home. He broke into a beaming grin. He set himself as if riding a motorcycle, moved his hands as if revving the bike motor and made "Rrrrrrrah, rrrrrrrah!" sounds. "Yes, I know." And with a big smile opened the door for Linda. We stated we had a friend in the US that had a Harley. "Your friend must be very rich!"

He drove us to the store while asking us what we wanted to do in Warsaw. Once there, he insisted he wait for us to get us back to the hotel. "I wait. No charge. See meter not on." He became a frequently encountered and occasionally used taxi driver who always greeted us with, "Rrrrrrrrgh, rrrrrrrrrgh!" and a beaming infectious smile that made the day joyful.