I wasn’t sure at first whether the taxi driver who arrived for my usual predawn work pickup had also driven me a few days before. The name was different, but Ron looked curiously similar to my driver from last week.
Time and light banter eventually cleared things up. I hadn’t been hallucinating before my caffeine hit — my two recent drivers were identical twins. More interesting still, the twins were the sons of a taxi driver whose own mother kept cabbies fueled with tea, coffee and sandwiches from one of London’s traditional Cabmen’s Shelters. Two other brothers had also followed their father into the trade. Together, they form a remarkable London taxi family.