a flying taxi
Now rare.
The underground and surface transportation had failed altogether. There was not a gyrocab to be seen anywhere.
The sudden whine of the vanes of the gyrocab as it began to drop toward the landing-stage snapped him back to the present, and its new problems. He gradually pulled himself together as he saw Grand Terminus swell and expand in size beneath him. He felt the landing gear bump. He climbed out, paid the cabbie and walked to the information desk presenting his reservation for transport.
She came upon them getting out of a gyro-cab just as she emerged from the tubes on to street level. The gyro-cabbie, wide-eyed, gazed after his fares for a moment, then hovered upward and away.
There was the click of the switch under us, the jets cut out and the tail wheels came down. In a silent, smooth glide, the gyrocab rolled to a stop before the hundred-story shack we called home.
Michael thrust the joystick down, and the Dragonfly fell into Anvilhead Avenue with giddying, stomach-churning speed, missing a gyro-cab by inches. The gyro-cabโs pilot flipped Michael the bird, and Az chortled, and so did Michael. In a helicopter Az came as close as he would ever get to true flight, and his brother always did his best to make the experience as exhilarating and breakneck as possible.
any evidence 1942
Alfred Bester, in Amazing Stories
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