deckboypeggy:
Sorry newmercan you felt that way however i also did a stint at solstar,but never stayed long enough to get my own unit as i knew i never would get one playing second fiddle to every one else.
As you well know lockers under the bunk and one each side,so plenty of storage ,i would put money on that if the driver who cooked,offered you tea and toast if you were in a queue you would not have refused it ,then maybe a sarnie,out in the middle of nowhere ,you would have eaten it…some or lots of drivers liked to be to “house proud” “what cooking in cabs how awful” LOTS WERE TO LAZY to attempt it , or just like to chew the fat at the usual watering holes and slop the old red plonk in to themselves. i did not.
funny enough i went back to ACH from solstor.one Thing about DAVID Fowler no matter how much we did not like each other, if you could do the job and go anywhere he would set you back on .
I didn’t have a problem with the driver at all, he was a really nice bloke, it just made things difficult if you had his lorry as there was nowhere left to put your own gear.
Personally I used to make a cup of tea and sandwiches in the cab, but sat at a table for dinner every night. I did carry all the gear just in case, but it would have to be a real emergency for me to break out the pots and pans and I’ll tell you why…
I was delivering a load of frozen peas to a little town in Italy, I had got there in the early evening and wandered down to the local trattoria, which was closed, oh well I’ll find a bar, nope, that was closed too.
So out came the slab of stumpies, the Tilley stove and pots and pans, a tin of chilli, some baked beans and tinned potatoes for a camion stew. I thought I’d save on washing up and eat it out of the pan, this was to be my undoing.
Obviously the pan was red hot, so I let it cool a bit before wedging it on the steering wheel so I could hold my spoon in one hand and my bottle of beer in the other, I started tucking in and then the pan slipped, I attempted to grab it, but it was still hot so quickly let go, which made it worse and it went flying through the air landing on my left leg, upside down.
The contents went all over me, all over my driver’s seat and much much worse, down the side of the seat and the carpeted engine tunnel of my F12.
I had to unbolt the seat to get it all cleaned up properly and this did not make for an enjoyable experience. When I had finally got it cleaned up and put back together I very calmly placed my three burner stove beside the lorry and jumped up and down on it until it was demolished, I then threw it and every piece of cookware and food that I had in a big bin and have never used a gas cooker in a lorry since.