freshir:
Hi all - good to see a bit of action on the forum, it’s been very hush lately, I was interested with the various opinions and views
on trucks but it motivated me into raising a point re: the Transcon - ouch !! the name makes me shudder, I took one of these beasts (My opinion) on a demo fully freighted to Romania and the brakes worried me big time with fading - I have never felt so insecure since I first met my mother in-law, have a great Easter everyone . Fred
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I’m not gay but my boyfriend Tarquin is
Know what you mean about the brakes on the Transcons, Fred. I had one on Simons with a 350 ■■■■■■■■ Pulled like a train and it was the “norm” to be well freighted on that firm. Here’s a photo of my windscreen after shunting into the back of a Tonka in Istanbul which had an extended load out the back. He braked and so did I and this was the result!
Isn’t it good to be back on the real M/E thread…………
I fully agree with you guys, the brakes were 5…hit… It was advisable to keep the trailer well adjusted to try to compensate……… Hey…but with that 350 back then I was both young and wild, I’ve got the scares as proof.
freshir:
Hi all - good to see a bit of action on the forum, it’s been very hush lately, I was interested with the various opinions and views
on trucks but it motivated me into raising a point re: the Transcon - ouch !! the name makes me shudder, I took one of these beasts (My opinion) on a demo fully freighted to Romania and the brakes worried me big time with fading - I have never felt so insecure since I first met my mother in-law, have a great Easter everyone . Fred
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I’m not gay but my boyfriend Tarquin is
Know what you mean about the brakes on the Transcons, Fred. I had one on Simons with a 350 ■■■■■■■■ Pulled like a train and it was the “norm” to be well freighted on that firm. Here’s a photo of my windscreen after shunting into the back of a Tonka in Istanbul which had an extended load out the back. He braked and so did I and this was the result!
freshir wrote ;- good pic that Ron for whatever reason, seems to support my view, I would imagine that if a drivers first truck was a Transcon then it would be accepted because it was roomy and spunky but if other drivers who had been round the block and had experiences of the 88’s 89’s 141’s etc :then I would imagine that they would offer the same feedback, would be interesting to read a few comments on this subject - regards Fred
The mention of British trucks going down to the Middle East reminded me of a story that happened sometime in the early eighties. Two other drivers who I used to work with Lee Marland, Ken Singleton and myself always used to use the same local pub in Middleton, The Dog And Partridge, as we all lived in a couple of miles radius of each other. Quite often if we were shipping out on a Sunday together the procedure used to be that we would turn up at the yard at about 10 a.m. and after picking up the lorry with a loaded trailer, getting our running money, checking that the paperwork was all in order and loading up our clean bedding, food, water containers, clean clothes and the blow up doll that we all shared, we would then go back home as we were always booked onto the 01.30 freighter from Dover to Zeebrugge.
Actually we didn’t really have a blow up doll but I thought that I would put that in just in case you were nodding off.
You will all remember the queue on the stairs at Dover Eastern Docks on a Sunday night but I can never remember there ever being any trouble or fighting amongst the drivers although I can remember some raised voices between drivers, the customs men and The Penguins. The paperwork seemed to get processed quicker if you were starting a carnet than if you were on T Forms. We would always pull straight into the sealing lanes to get Plumbed Up before climbing the stairs but I seemed to think that we went into a different office at the top, hopefully somebody will remind me.
It didn’t matter how many lanes were full of trucks waiting to get on to the boat that night the 01.30 freighter always seemed to clear the dock.
Anyway back to the local pub, we would always have a pint before going home and then having Sunday lunch followed by a couple of hours kip. We would all meet up back outside the pub where the trucks were parked at about 5 p.m., as the pubs never opened until 7 p.m. on a Sunday night the temptation for a quick one was never there. It was handy parking here as Derek the Landlord always kept an eye on the trucks for us, one of the lads, Lee rewarded Derek by taking him on a trip to Austria one summer which he really enjoyed. Derek rewarded Lee by always inviting any of us for a “Lock In” if were home on a Friday or a Saturday night.
This particular Sunday lunch time one of the regular customers came over to talk to us and introduced his mate. Now his mate had worked for a company called Dairy Produce Packers who had a cold storage warehouse on Bentley Avenue near the Stakehill Industrial Estate. They had a fleet of various old motors which included I.I.R.C. an A.E.C. Mandator and a day cabbed Leyland Marathon. They did a lot of work pulling containers for Lurpak Butter and Danish Bacon from the docks on the East Coast and they had a very distinctive primrose yellow livery with D.P.P. on the side.
D.P.P. was closing down and as this lad had worked for them for a few years he was owed a bit of redundancy money and he had been given the choice of you can take the money or The Marathon. He had chosen The Marathon which was a few years old and he had come over to talk to us to pick our brains which shouldn’t have taken him very long.
The lad was very keen to start driving down to the Middle East and was asking for advice on what we thought he should do. He had met a Greek/Cypriot owner driver from Prestwich near Manchester who had said that he could get him loads and permits as he had bags of work. His mate was going to fix a rabbit hutch onto the back of the Marathon and transform it into a sleeper cab. Well to us he didn’t seem to be very well prepared and we tried to talk him out of it after he said that he would be going through Rumania. Lee asked him where he was going to sleep in Bulgaria as he didn’t think that his sleeper cab would still be there if he had used pop rivets to hold it on.
Lee, Ken and myself met up at five o’clock that evening and after a one hit down to Toddington for an half hour break we started discussing the lad with the Marathon. Had we been too negative and not very helpful ? Should we have done more to try and help him. We all felt sorry for the lad but we were convinced that we had done the right thing by trying to put him off as we didn’t really think that he knew what he was letting himself in for. In the end we all agreed that we had done the right thing by not encouraging him to go and we all wished him well whatever he did.
A couple of trips later and the regular customer in the pub came over to tell me that his mate was on his way to Baghdad, I asked him to let me know how he got on as I did feel a bit concerned for the lad.
It was about a year later when Dave Hammond, who was another great driver and a smashing bloke to run with came working at our place and he had also done some trips for the Cypriot owner driver from Prestwich. I mentioned to him about the lad with the primrose yellow Marathon and Dave said that he remembered seeing him on his first and what he thought was probably his only trip. The Marathon apparently had a few major problems and the sleeper cab was letting in the rain as it had not been sealed properly. He had already lost about a week, was short of money and he was still on his way down so it didn’t sound too good.
I know that this was over twenty five years ago but if you were the owner of that Marathon could you please send me a P.M. or better still write down YOUR story on here as I know that it would be very interesting. Anyway I hope that things turned out well for you in the end.
Can anybody add anything to this story, I hope so.
On a happier note John Roberts has let me know that Ken Corrigan has just bought a computer and that he is doing a night school course to learn how to switch it on. So well done Ken and welcome to Trucknet, now that man has had a very interesting life, lets hope that in a couple of months time he can share some of his experiences with us on here.
Wouldn’t it be great if Dreva could put some of his Dads old Middle East photos on here .
Me.Paul.101:
With regard to the F89 ex-Pie International, I took this photo in 2004 while on a day out between Weston-Super-Mare and Brean. I was surprised to see the same truck on this thread as I knew nothing about the history of it. It just seemed a shame that such a work-horse should be allowed to rot… Enjoy…
mushroomman:
The mention of British trucks going down to the Middle East reminded me of a story that happened sometime in the early eighties. Two other drivers who I used to work with Lee Marland, Ken Singleton and myself always used to use the same local pub in Middleton, The Dog And Partridge, as we all lived in a couple of miles radius of each other. Quite often if we were shipping out on a Sunday together the procedure used to be that we would turn up at the yard at about 10 a.m. and after picking up the lorry with a loaded trailer, getting our running money, checking that the paperwork was all in order and loading up our clean bedding, food, water containers, clean clothes and the blow up doll that we all shared, we would then go back home as we were always booked onto the 01.30 freighter from Dover to Zeebrugge.
Actually we didn’t really have a blow up doll but I thought that I would put that in just in case you were nodding off.
You will all remember the queue on the stairs at Dover Eastern Docks on a Sunday night but I can never remember there ever being any trouble or fighting amongst the drivers although I can remember some raised voices between drivers, the customs men and The Penguins. The paperwork seemed to get processed quicker if you were starting a carnet than if you were on T Forms. We would always pull straight into the sealing lanes to get Plumbed Up before climbing the stairs but I seemed to think that we went into a different office at the top, hopefully somebody will remind me.
It didn’t matter how many lanes were full of trucks waiting to get on to the boat that night the 01.30 freighter always seemed to clear the dock.
Anyway back to the local pub, we would always have a pint before going home and then having Sunday lunch followed by a couple of hours kip. We would all meet up back outside the pub where the trucks were parked at about 5 p.m., as the pubs never opened until 7 p.m. on a Sunday night the temptation for a quick one was never there. It was handy parking here as Derek the Landlord always kept an eye on the trucks for us, one of the lads, Lee rewarded Derek by taking him on a trip to Austria one summer which he really enjoyed. Derek rewarded Lee by always inviting any of us for a “Lock In” if were home on a Friday or a Saturday night.
This particular Sunday lunch time one of the regular customers came over to talk to us and introduced his mate. Now his mate had worked for a company called Dairy Produce Packers who had a cold storage warehouse on Bentley Avenue near the Stakehill Industrial Estate. They had a fleet of various old motors which included I.I.R.C. an A.E.C. Mandator and a day cabbed Leyland Marathon. They did a lot of work pulling containers for Lurpak Butter and Danish Bacon from the docks on the East Coast and they had a very distinctive primrose yellow livery with D.P.P. on the side.
D.P.P. was closing down and as this lad had worked for them for a few years he was owed a bit of redundancy money and he had been given the choice of you can take the money or The Marathon. He had chosen The Marathon which was a few years old and he had come over to talk to us to pick our brains which shouldn’t have taken him very long.
The lad was very keen to start driving down to the Middle East and was asking for advice on what we thought he should do. He had met a Greek/Cypriot owner driver from Prestwich near Manchester who had said that he could get him loads and permits as he had bags of work. His mate was going to fix a rabbit hutch onto the back of the Marathon and transform it into a sleeper cab. Well to us he didn’t seem to be very well prepared and we tried to talk him out of it after he said that he would be going through Rumania. Lee asked him where he was going to sleep in Bulgaria as he didn’t think that his sleeper cab would still be there if he had used pop rivets to hold it on.
Lee, Ken and myself met up at five o’clock that evening and after a one hit down to Toddington for an half hour break we started discussing the lad with the Marathon. Had we been too negative and not very helpful ? Should we have done more to try and help him. We all felt sorry for the lad but we were convinced that we had done the right thing by trying to put him off as we didn’t really think that he knew what he was letting himself in for. In the end we all agreed that we had done the right thing by not encouraging him to go and we all wished him well whatever he did.
A couple of trips later and the regular customer in the pub came over to tell me that his mate was on his way to Baghdad, I asked him to let me know how he got on as I did feel a bit concerned for the lad.
It was about a year later when Dave Hammond, who was another great driver and a smashing bloke to run with came working at our place and he had also done some trips for the Cypriot owner driver from Prestwich. I mentioned to him about the lad with the primrose yellow Marathon and Dave said that he remembered seeing him on his first and what he thought was probably his only trip. The Marathon apparently had a few major problems and the sleeper cab was letting in the rain as it had not been sealed properly. He had already lost about a week, was short of money and he was still on his way down so it didn’t sound too good.
I know that this was over twenty five years ago but if you were the owner of that Marathon could you please send me a P.M. or better still write down YOUR story on here as I know that it would be very interesting. Anyway I hope that things turned out well for you in the end.
Can anybody add anything to this story, I hope so.
On a happier note John Roberts has let me know that Ken Corrigan has just bought a computer and that he is doing a night school course to learn how to switch it on. So well done Ken and welcome to Trucknet, now that man has had a very interesting life, lets hope that in a couple of months time he can share some of his experiences with us on here.
Wouldn’t it be great if Dreva could put some of his Dads old Middle East photos on here .
Regards Steve.
another gret story steve keep them coming how about some more of your pics i will put some pics up soon despite some members on heres snotty manner
Isn’t it good to be back on the real M/E thread…………
I fully agree with you guys, the brakes were 5…hit… It was advisable to keep the trailer well adjusted to try to compensate……… Hey…but with that 350 back then I was both young and wild, I’ve got the scares as proof.
mushroomman:
The mention of British trucks going down to the Middle East reminded me of a story that happened sometime in the early eighties. Two other drivers who I used to work with Lee Marland, Ken Singleton and myself always used to use the same local pub in Middleton, The Dog And Partridge, as we all lived in a couple of miles radius of each other. Quite often if we were shipping out on a Sunday together the procedure used to be that we would turn up at the yard at about 10 a.m. and after picking up the lorry with a loaded trailer, getting our running money, checking that the paperwork was all in order and loading up our clean bedding, food, water containers, clean clothes and the blow up doll that we all shared, we would then go back home as we were always booked onto the 01.30 freighter from Dover to Zeebrugge.
Actually we didn’t really have a blow up doll but I thought that I would put that in just in case you were nodding off.
You will all remember the queue on the stairs at Dover Eastern Docks on a Sunday night but I can never remember there ever being any trouble or fighting amongst the drivers although I can remember some raised voices between drivers, the customs men and The Penguins. The paperwork seemed to get processed quicker if you were starting a carnet than if you were on T Forms. We would always pull straight into the sealing lanes to get Plumbed Up before climbing the stairs but I seemed to think that we went into a different office at the top, hopefully somebody will remind me.
It didn’t matter how many lanes were full of trucks waiting to get on to the boat that night the 01.30 freighter always seemed to clear the dock.
Anyway back to the local pub, we would always have a pint before going home and then having Sunday lunch followed by a couple of hours kip. We would all meet up back outside the pub where the trucks were parked at about 5 p.m., as the pubs never opened until 7 p.m. on a Sunday night the temptation for a quick one was never there. It was handy parking here as Derek the Landlord always kept an eye on the trucks for us, one of the lads, Lee rewarded Derek by taking him on a trip to Austria one summer which he really enjoyed. Derek rewarded Lee by always inviting any of us for a “Lock In” if were home on a Friday or a Saturday night.
This particular Sunday lunch time one of the regular customers came over to talk to us and introduced his mate. Now his mate had worked for a company called Dairy Produce Packers who had a cold storage warehouse on Bentley Avenue near the Stakehill Industrial Estate. They had a fleet of various old motors which included I.I.R.C. an A.E.C. Mandator and a day cabbed Leyland Marathon. They did a lot of work pulling containers for Lurpak Butter and Danish Bacon from the docks on the East Coast and they had a very distinctive primrose yellow livery with D.P.P. on the side.
D.P.P. was closing down and as this lad had worked for them for a few years he was owed a bit of redundancy money and he had been given the choice of you can take the money or The Marathon. He had chosen The Marathon which was a few years old and he had come over to talk to us to pick our brains which shouldn’t have taken him very long.
The lad was very keen to start driving down to the Middle East and was asking for advice on what we thought he should do. He had met a Greek/Cypriot owner driver from Prestwich near Manchester who had said that he could get him loads and permits as he had bags of work. His mate was going to fix a rabbit hutch onto the back of the Marathon and transform it into a sleeper cab. Well to us he didn’t seem to be very well prepared and we tried to talk him out of it after he said that he would be going through Rumania. Lee asked him where he was going to sleep in Bulgaria as he didn’t think that his sleeper cab would still be there if he had used pop rivets to hold it on.
Lee, Ken and myself met up at five o’clock that evening and after a one hit down to Toddington for an half hour break we started discussing the lad with the Marathon. Had we been too negative and not very helpful ? Should we have done more to try and help him. We all felt sorry for the lad but we were convinced that we had done the right thing by trying to put him off as we didn’t really think that he knew what he was letting himself in for. In the end we all agreed that we had done the right thing by not encouraging him to go and we all wished him well whatever he did.
A couple of trips later and the regular customer in the pub came over to tell me that his mate was on his way to Baghdad, I asked him to let me know how he got on as I did feel a bit concerned for the lad.
It was about a year later when Dave Hammond, who was another great driver and a smashing bloke to run with came working at our place and he had also done some trips for the Cypriot owner driver from Prestwich. I mentioned to him about the lad with the primrose yellow Marathon and Dave said that he remembered seeing him on his first and what he thought was probably his only trip. The Marathon apparently had a few major problems and the sleeper cab was letting in the rain as it had not been sealed properly. He had already lost about a week, was short of money and he was still on his way down so it didn’t sound too good.
I know that this was over twenty five years ago but if you were the owner of that Marathon could you please send me a P.M. or better still write down YOUR story on here as I know that it would be very interesting. Anyway I hope that things turned out well for you in the end.
Can anybody add anything to this story, I hope so.
On a happier note John Roberts has let me know that Ken Corrigan has just bought a computer and that he is doing a night school course to learn how to switch it on. So well done Ken and welcome to Trucknet, now that man has had a very interesting life, lets hope that in a couple of months time he can share some of his experiences with us on here.
Wouldn’t it be great if Dreva could put some of his Dads old Middle East photos on here . someone got a dose off of
Regards Steve.
freshir wrote ;- Nice piece of material Steve, very good reading, As we all know a few chaps were attracted by the romance of the job and no way could they be swayed, as you mentioned it would be interesting to get the mans account of his experiencxes eh ? regarding the Saturday evening experiences on the stairs as I remember the ‘T’ forms and Carnets were all processed together and as you said we all got plumbed first. One other point I would like to raise is the time that we all spent getting other Brits out of trouble with breakdowns etc: by them using trucks that were not M/E spec: I came across a chap with an old Scamell who had his wheel nuts broken due to him not checking them and he was in Doha over a week trying to get replacements - but we all help one another out - thats what we all did whatever time you lost - it’s a Brit: thing - regards to all -Fred
freshir:
Hi all - good to see a bit of action on the forum, it’s been very hush lately, I was interested with the various opinions and views
on trucks but it motivated me into raising a point re: the Transcon - ouch !! the name makes me shudder, I took one of these beasts (My opinion) on a demo fully freighted to Romania and the brakes worried me big time with fading - I have never felt so insecure since I first met my mother in-law, have a great Easter everyone . Fred
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I’m not gay but my boyfriend Tarquin is
The Wedge brakes were a Bendix design taken from the French engineer Perrot and needed lots of TLC on the tips.
Rockwell Stopmaster, Girling Twinstop and the similar Deutsche Perrot brakes have twin wedge expanders, operated by air chambers one of which is often a spring brake unit; to provide for parking, automatic adjustment is incorporated in the expanders, which are well sealed, so shoe tip greasing is the only obvious point needing attention.
Later vehicles like the Iveco Turbostar and Turbotech used Fords Bendix system for a while
Was with Ken Corrigan a few weeks ago and he has just mastered how to turn it on the PC that is so may be a while before we get anything
Roger Haywood
Hi Roger, I am sure that The Plater and Ken Corrigan kept you very well entertained for the afternoon.
An old workmate of Ken’s called Ken Singleton once told me that Ken Corrigan got stuck crossing a river in Pakistan in the early seventies. I.I.R.C. Ken was stuck there for two days before they managed to get him out, maybe you or John Roberts can get a bit more info on this story.I can’t remember exactly where it was but I should of payed more attention to what these older guys were telling me all those years ago.
mushroomman:
The mention of British trucks going down to the Middle East reminded me of a story that happened sometime in the early eighties. Two other drivers who I used to work with Lee Marland, Ken Singleton and myself always used to use the same local pub in Middleton, The Dog And Partridge, as we all lived in a couple of miles radius of each other. Quite often if we were shipping out on a Sunday together the procedure used to be that we would turn up at the yard at about 10 a.m. and after picking up the lorry with a loaded trailer, getting our running money, checking that the paperwork was all in order and loading up our clean bedding, food, water containers, clean clothes and the blow up doll that we all shared, we would then go back home as we were always booked onto the 01.30 freighter from Dover to Zeebrugge.
Actually we didn’t really have a blow up doll but I thought that I would put that in just in case you were nodding off.
You will all remember the queue on the stairs at Dover Eastern Docks on a Sunday night but I can never remember there ever being any trouble or fighting amongst the drivers although I can remember some raised voices between drivers, the customs men and The Penguins. The paperwork seemed to get processed quicker if you were starting a carnet than if you were on T Forms. We would always pull straight into the sealing lanes to get Plumbed Up before climbing the stairs but I seemed to think that we went into a different office at the top, hopefully somebody will remind me.
It didn’t matter how many lanes were full of trucks waiting to get on to the boat that night the 01.30 freighter always seemed to clear the dock.
Anyway back to the local pub, we would always have a pint before going home and then having Sunday lunch followed by a couple of hours kip. We would all meet up back outside the pub where the trucks were parked at about 5 p.m., as the pubs never opened until 7 p.m. on a Sunday night the temptation for a quick one was never there. It was handy parking here as Derek the Landlord always kept an eye on the trucks for us, one of the lads, Lee rewarded Derek by taking him on a trip to Austria one summer which he really enjoyed. Derek rewarded Lee by always inviting any of us for a “Lock In” if were home on a Friday or a Saturday night.
This particular Sunday lunch time one of the regular customers came over to talk to us and introduced his mate. Now his mate had worked for a company called Dairy Produce Packers who had a cold storage warehouse on Bentley Avenue near the Stakehill Industrial Estate. They had a fleet of various old motors which included I.I.R.C. an A.E.C. Mandator and a day cabbed Leyland Marathon. They did a lot of work pulling containers for Lurpak Butter and Danish Bacon from the docks on the East Coast and they had a very distinctive primrose yellow livery with D.P.P. on the side.
D.P.P. was closing down and as this lad had worked for them for a few years he was owed a bit of redundancy money and he had been given the choice of you can take the money or The Marathon. He had chosen The Marathon which was a few years old and he had come over to talk to us to pick our brains which shouldn’t have taken him very long.
The lad was very keen to start driving down to the Middle East and was asking for advice on what we thought he should do. He had met a Greek/Cypriot owner driver from Prestwich near Manchester who had said that he could get him loads and permits as he had bags of work. His mate was going to fix a rabbit hutch onto the back of the Marathon and transform it into a sleeper cab. Well to us he didn’t seem to be very well prepared and we tried to talk him out of it after he said that he would be going through Rumania. Lee asked him where he was going to sleep in Bulgaria as he didn’t think that his sleeper cab would still be there if he had used pop rivets to hold it on.
Lee, Ken and myself met up at five o’clock that evening and after a one hit down to Toddington for an half hour break we started discussing the lad with the Marathon. Had we been too negative and not very helpful ? Should we have done more to try and help him. We all felt sorry for the lad but we were convinced that we had done the right thing by trying to put him off as we didn’t really think that he knew what he was letting himself in for. In the end we all agreed that we had done the right thing by not encouraging him to go and we all wished him well whatever he did.
A couple of trips later and the regular customer in the pub came over to tell me that his mate was on his way to Baghdad, I asked him to let me know how he got on as I did feel a bit concerned for the lad.
It was about a year later when Dave Hammond, who was another great driver and a smashing bloke to run with came working at our place and he had also done some trips for the Cypriot owner driver from Prestwich. I mentioned to him about the lad with the primrose yellow Marathon and Dave said that he remembered seeing him on his first and what he thought was probably his only trip. The Marathon apparently had a few major problems and the sleeper cab was letting in the rain as it had not been sealed properly. He had already lost about a week, was short of money and he was still on his way down so it didn’t sound too good.
I know that this was over twenty five years ago but if you were the owner of that Marathon could you please send me a P.M. or better still write down YOUR story on here as I know that it would be very interesting. Anyway I hope that things turned out well for you in the end.
Can anybody add anything to this story, I hope so.
On a happier note John Roberts has let me know that Ken Corrigan has just bought a computer and that he is doing a night school course to learn how to switch it on. So well done Ken and welcome to Trucknet, now that man has had a very interesting life, lets hope that in a couple of months time he can share some of his experiences with us on here.
Wouldn’t it be great if Dreva could put some of his Dads old Middle East photos on here .
Regards Steve.
Absolute pure gold Steve, thanks for posting that - who would’ve EVER thought they’d get nostalgic for queueing on those bloody stairs eh? Well, sort of!
jj72:
Absolute pure gold Steve, thanks for posting that - who would’ve EVER thought they’d get nostalgic for queueing on those bloody stairs eh? Well, sort of!
I think “the stairs” were character building, and although not every story told was actually 100% kosher, false romance and lies were not possible as there were too many keen ears
It was friendly ribald banter and was the place to form long friendships, and that part of our initiation will never happen again, it also taught us lots of little tricks that allowed us to forge, alter and adjust important documents when necessary
I thought that I would bring a little romance onto the thread and veer away from the usual memoirs, the scene is the Waidhaus/Rozvadov border crossing where so many of us entered the Eastern bloc, Well you may recall that on one of the shifts
there was a woman commander who’s office was upstairs looking down on all the vehs: entering the border where we parked over on the right on that wicked 1 in 4 incline and when any of our trucks (Grangewood’s) entered she was down like a dose of salts giving me a lot of attention and upping my ego, she took my paperwork, passport etc:that obviously attracted a lot of attention from other drivers - Amazing what a couple of packets of Marlborough will do - She thought that she was the cats whiskers and I played up to her as it got me on the move plenty schnell - she had a face like a melted welly, more chins than a Chinese telephone directory but I could see through that , to me she was beautiful for 15 mins:- A touching experience, Regards Fred
Nothing wrong with my permits mate, I paid good money for them
Hi boys
Christ Fred you were brave, one false move and her mate with the machine gun on the gantry over head would have let rip. He could have shot at your feet and then you would have really danced to here tune
dessert driver:
Hi boys
Christ Fred you were brave, one false move and her mate with the machine gun on the gantry over head would have let rip. He could have shot at your feet and then you would have really danced to here tune
Was with Ken Corrigan a few weeks ago and he has just mastered how to turn it on the PC that is so may be a while before we get anything
Roger Haywood
If I know Corrigan Roger ( and I do) he will get someone to turn it on for him,LOL
Hi Roy, do you remember that time when you borrowed Ken’s left hand drive diesel Mercedes car so that you could go to the hospital and that young nurse said “good morning doctor” to you. You had a smile on your dial for a week .
It was advisable to keep the trailer well adjusted to try to compensate……… Hey…but with that 350 back then I was both young and wild, I’ve got the scares as proof.
.