Bonjour trucking helmets/non helmets.
Todays events; DAF XF skyscraper again. Lots of diesel in beautifully welded alloy tank. Hook-up to a rather ’ tired ’ looking trailer.
Hmm. Dashboard having a tantrum. Trailer brake fault. ABS. etc inform TM off the red lights. Expletive shouted from said TM followed by head in hands. After a few seconds I asked him if he was still alive. This didn’t make him laugh. Apparantley one of the other skyscrapers has blown an airbag. So much for brand new trucks lol. After 30 mins or so a chap turns up in a DAF assist van. Turns out to be nothing more than a blown fuse. DAF man asks if suzzie has given me any trouble. Beaver replys " Other than a fat arse,shes ok" DAF man walks away shaking his head. Whats up with everyone today.
Hooked back up,and off to Coventry with 24 tonnes of garden centre supplies. Got to the place no probs. Unloaded and re-loaded with a failed delivery off a subbie to bring back to Warrington. One of the trailer support posts is being a knob and forkie is summoned to give the trailer roof a helping hand. Upon successfully erecting the post,the beaver tenses a bicep at the forkie.
Forkie says " Wow…you’re muscles are diamonds! " beaver delighted until forklift driver follows up with " They are hard to find too…"
Forkie chuckles and wheelspins off as the beaver runs after him wielding a piece of broken chep pallet.
Northbound on motorway 6 when some old boy doesn’t realise that as the roadworks end,and we re-join the main carriageway,you are still supposed to follow the studs and maintain formation. Extreme braking to avoid followed by extreme anger. Flat cap wearing bellend. 10 miles later Royal mail tool in a CF decides to pull out without using the orange things. Probably related to old bellend.
Back at the depot gaffer asks why my load now resembles closing time after a NEXT sale. Started the tale,but gaffer loses interest and walks off with a shout of " 6am tomorrow and bring a duvet…".
LOOKS LIKE BEAVERS SLEEPING OUT. YIKES!
