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Get it here 👉
9 years driving taxis. I subtract petrol, commission and repairs. And I think — why am I still doing this. 👇 My name is Mike. Taxi driver. 9 years now. I live in Leeds with my wife Sarah. We don't want much. Just enough. But over the last two years — enough stopped being enough. I drive my own car. Toyota with 380,000 kilometres on the clock. Picked it up second-hand six years ago. Petrol. Insurance. Repairs. And on top of that — the app commission. An astronomical commission. You drive someone across the whole city. You sit in traffic. You look for somewhere to park. And then you look at the amount — and realise the lion's share goes straight to them. I wrote to support once. Asked why it was so much. They replied three days later. A standard message about "service quality". A good week — around £700 take-home. A bad week — £350. And you never know which it's going to be. Sarah works at the supermarket. Checkout. Four days a week. Together we manage. But managing is not living. Rent. Bills. Food. Every month the same — we look at the numbers and ask each other: "How does this keep happening?" One month broke me. The car needed work. Gearbox — £900. A week off the road. A week without income. Borrowed from my brother-in-law to get through it. Eleven days left until the end of the month. And £150 in the account. I remember sitting in the car at a rank between jobs. Just staring out at the rain. Nine years. And it's still not enough. That same evening I got home late. Sarah was already asleep. I sat in the kitchen. Wasn't hungry. Just sat there. Opened my phone. In a group for taxi drivers someone had posted — complaining about low fares. In the comments one driver replied: "I used to think the same. Then I tried an app between shifts. Came out well a couple of times. I'm not saying it's the answer — but it helped me cover a gap." I messaged him. He
