About Tynkin

Tynkin is a misspelling of thinking. (thinking.com was taken.) It fit. The whole point of this place is to make you think.

These are Driver's Tales: picked up during the rides, written in between. I live for driving people around a city, and people, it turns out, are the best stories there are.

Driving is where my thinking sharpens. The road widens my horizons, clears my head, and pulls everything into focus. The nomad in me never sat still, and to this day, the road thinks for me. That is where these tales come from.

Every tale is meant to open a door, not close one, to look at something from a few angles and leave you with a question worth arguing about. That's what the comment section is for. Your turn is part of the tale.

This site does not watch you. No tracking, no cookies following you around, no selling your attention. If you subscribe, we email you when a new tale arrives, and nothing else.

Want to say hello, or tell me a tale of your own? Write to me here, or email hello@tynkin.com. I read everything.

The voice in the player

Some tales have a player at the top. The voice in it is an AI model of my voice, made from recordings of me, on my own computer, with free software. I do not have time to read an hour of my own tale into a microphone between rides, and I would rather you heard it than did not. The words are mine. The reading is the machine's. The accent is mine too, and nobody corrected it. Every file says so in the first seconds, in my real voice. The only place I have put my voice in a machine is here. If a voice that sounds like mine calls you and asks for money, it is not me.

One more thing. Every route on this site runs from A to Z. Z is for Zitha, my daughter. These tales are the legacy I am leaving her, one ride at a time.