Welcome to the Blue Zoo.

Before there was a family of companies, there were two cab drivers. Different starts, a few years apart — same seat. Behind the wheel at Brant Taxi, back when Brant Taxi was all there was. The office was blue. The logo was blue on blue — different blues, on other blues. Nobody thought that was strange.

The whole operation — the office, the industry, the team, the customers, the whole everything — was gloriously chaotic and profoundly messy. Anything and everything could happen, most of it before lunch, and life would carry on regardless. We loved every minute of it.

We had a name for it. Not the company — the whole everything. We called it the Blue Zoo.

The companies came later: the taxis, the airport runs, the pub, the buildings, the quiet numbered ones doing their quiet work. The zoo just kept growing. It never stopped being blue.