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What did you do when you were weekended. Micky T has said on his first trip to Moscow he did the tourist bit round the sights. I often did the same. I’ve read many drivers stories on here bout great drinking sessions lasting from Friday night to Monday morning. I know some drivers, if near snowy mountains went skiing or near the sea then swimming.
On one long weekend I was in Geneva and the weather was great. I can’t remember what job I was on but most probably I’d delivered a couple of cars to a venue to be collected by me in a few days time. Cant remember when I was there either but I’d say it was 78 or 79. Anyway, I wandered down to the prom with my camera and snapped this lot on roller skates whizzing up and down.
Nothing to do with lorries but they are on wheels.
I wonder why the gentleman wearing his underpants has a “for sale” (a vendre) sign over them?
Here follows a few vignettes on the daily life of a promotor driver from all over… No order of time or place…
I certainly liked to see the sights and toured where I could.
Iraq
In Iraq one of the young lady translators from the expo site, the Assyrian who had invited me to her party, toured Baghdad with me showing me all the sights. I regret not writing up a journal because, as a driver, one always had plenty of “waiting time” here there and everywhere to do just that. Mind you anything written down would always excite the interest of the “Commie Bloc” border security - as I found to my cost (time cost). My address book was always of interest to border guards.
I have always been particularly interested in Iraq because my grandfather was one of the first troops into Baghdad in WWI. He was with the 35th Indian Brigade, Tigris Corps (a Buff). He has been wounded at the battle of Sheik Sa’ad (attempted relief of Kut) in 1916, I have some great photos of his of Ctesiphon, Ur of Chaldees, Baghdad and Basra from that time. if you think it was tough in France in the trenches in WWI then Mespotamia was far, far worse with massive loss of life due to the heat and disease.
Russia
I took a trailer to Moscow which was the diplomatic bag for the British Embassy where I stayed a few days. People from the Embassy took me around and looked after me very well indeed. I went to an embassy flat for dinner one evening and, at the front door, my host held up his finger over his lips to be sure I said nothing and pointed out all the microphones around the flat built into the walls. Quite amusing.
One of the embassy staff wrote Mills & Boon stories as a sideline and she said she’d use me for a story she’d write about the “lorry driver and aupair”. I wonder if it was ever written and published?
Yugoslavia
One sunny weekend in Ptuj (Yugoslavia) as I walked around the town looking at the sites and I was delighted to see a car racing down the narrow high street far too fast, losing control and taking out cars parked on both sides of the road. The driver having smashed at least 15-20 cars got out and scratched his head as if he was surprised.
DDR
Another time in Leipzig Fair site - just after the fall of the wall - there was a huge tank transporter unloading a massive generator by crane, as the crane lifted the generator it swung and gently nudged the headboard of the trailer and this started the diesel engine of the transporter which started to move very, very slowly in low gear all by itself without the driver… There was a long line of Trabants parked up in a line, and also the Kepstowe Freight minibus as the end of the line and the transporter carried on slowly crushing the line of cars. Half a dozen were crushed and the driver managed to chase the transporter and get in to stop it just before it squashed the Kesptowe van. The Kepstowe rep, Henry Osborne, a really great friend of mine, stood paralysed as we watched the drama unfold.
There was an East German policemen who watched his brand new Trabant being crushed. He exlaimed he had waited 9 years for it and it had only just had it delivered, when the iron curtain had fallen, and the car had become valueless overnight and was now wrecked… He wasn’t happy at all. Somewhere I have a photo of this if I could only find it…
So many little stories. Every trip an adventure. It really was the best job for any young man to have to discover what the world is really like and how we in the UK and near Europe live in a tiny pocket of civilisation and only a couple of days drive way it’s a totally different and chaotic world