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Chicken Road
I had £38 left, a £2,300 debt to the taxi firm for a smashed bumper and headlights, and a defaulted loan that had collectors calling me every fifteen minutes. That was the night my life finally pulled off the shoulder and back into the fast lane. My name’s Derek. I’m 49. For the last 12 years, I’ve been behind the wheel of a cab all over Liverpool. It’s exhausting work: endless traffic, rowdy passengers, and a back that feels like it’s giving out by the end of every shift. In normal times, I’d clear about £2,400 – £2,700, but almost all of it went toward the car rental, fuel, and specialized insurance. My wife was at home with our young son, who had started having hearing problems, and we were saving every penny for a private consultant. The winter of 2025/2026 was a total catastrophe for us. On a freezing evening, a group of teenagers in a stolen car slammed into my taxi and sped off. The firm told me that, under my contract, I was liable for the excess and the vehicle's downtime — they handed me a bill for £2,300. They took my keys until I could pay every last penny. In an instant, I was out of a job, out of money, and buried in debt. The household bills were piling up, and my son’s condition needed urgent attention. I felt completely crushed. One night, unable to sleep in a cold living room chair, I was scrolling through a Facebook group for cabbies. Some guys were discussing an app. Usually, I stay miles away from that stuff — I’m old school and believe only in hard work. But when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff, your principles start to fade. I had £38 in my account. I deposited £20, thinking I’d at least use the rest for bread and milk the next morning. At first — nothing. The balance drained, and I watched the numbers turn toward zero. I had less than £2 left when I tapped the screen, already cursing my own stupidity. Suddenly, the phone screen erupted in bright green and gold. Taxi checkers, stacks of cash, and golden steering wheels started raining d
