Juddian:
manalishi:
Juddian:
Nice parable there juddian.Was considering a reprise of my cheeky hitch in a Sierra Cosworth parked on a transporter but i’ll decline the indulgence.
I do remember as a nipper witnessing some chaps delivering bus chassis up to Leyland.No cabs afixed, and dressed like gunners from Lancaster bombers,complete with aviation goggles.Quite a visual at the time and only discontinued circa late 70’s i believe, before cabs were mandated.
Some other memories you’ve triggered Manalishi.
Had a few extra lads sat in the cars behind the cab, maybe we’ve met before?
Picked up some really unlikely platers, one young bloke maybe earning a few quid between Eton and Oxford, 3 piece pin striped suit and what looked like a Fox brolly, spoke better English than Her Maj the late Queen.One day in the Sussex Downs on some B road or other came across a bunch of squaddies, the Rupert with them flagged me down and asked for a butchers at my map (remember maps
), we had a conflab and they were a few miles from where they thought they were, ‘can you give us a lift?’, ‘sure thing mate’, so with knackered squaddies hanging on the transporter deck gave 'em a few miles respite.
You’d get locked up now for some of the stunts we pulled.Oh yes and you remember when artic transporters had a peak, which went wide of the cab on turns?, well we always fancied a run so a couple of us sat in the car driven onto the peak and we went for a jaunt…with a bloke we trusted driving the transporter i hasten to add going under a bridge with 3" to spare on the limiter is hairy i’ll tell you
Almost everything about those days was better than the crap that is now.
The fair ladies were feminine both in behaviour and how they looked and most blokes hadn’t disappeared up their own arses.
Accurate appraisal mon frere.More colourful times…,less monochrome and corporate.Brutal,in the nature of the trade by default,but more compensations and a sense of autonomy as part of the package .Excellent radio (Wogan,Kennedy,Bruce et al) and a more inventive and nourishing culture in general methinx.? but something was lurking in the woodpile of the zeitgeist,corealating roughly to the arrival of satan’s attaché TB (can’t even bring myself to drop it’s name) paving the way for the new corporate/marxist technocratic epoch of the present time in all it’s putrescence.
Every chance i got a lift with you at some point.? The trannies (grin) were regular sir Galahad’s for us stranded hobos in the sticks especially Bruntingthorpe and other airfields.Not hitching feels wrong.i had some legendary conversations with fellow road-warriors for hours and learnt so much during my tender years and l often felt vaguely sad when exiting the cabs.Quite a skill keeping a driver awake with scintillating repartee when utterly knackered yourself. Glad to bring forth something from the memory bank old bean.Nice vignettes indeed. 