I have a secret coping mechanism when it comes to the hellish Edsa traffic. It’s a most therapeutic formula.
Virgilio “Gil” Yuzon was more than halfway through the ride of his life—an epic, cross-country motorcycle journey from the northernmost tip of Luzon to the end of Mindanao—when the unexpected happened.
In the wee hours of a weekday, commuters wait at the corner of Edsa Extension and Roxas Boulevard for a jeepney bound for Alabang.
I stopped taking cabs in May last year, and now rely almost entirely on Uber to get me from Quezon City, where I live, to Makati, where I work.
