Why we started this thing.
In 2013 our cousin Adam waited forty-six minutes at Heathrow for a £92 ride he'd been quoted at £58. By the time he was home in Kingston he'd decided: there had to be a better way to run a cab firm — one that didn't pretend a peak-hour multiplier was a "service" or hide cancellation fees in a popup nobody reads.
Six months later we'd remortgaged a flat in Whitechapel, taken on two clean diesel saloons, hired three drivers we trusted, and named the thing the only thing it could honestly be called: EasyCab. The app came later. The promise came first.
We're still based in the same Whitechapel building. Two of the original three drivers are still on the rota — one of them now runs our night shift. The garage has grown into a fleet of saloons, estates, MPVs, executive cars, eight-seaters and wheelchair-accessible vehicles. The promise hasn't moved an inch.