Paul Kingsley T/A PJK International used to deliver McDonald’s packaging north of Madrid on the National 1, tidy fleet of white and green 112,113 and 142 Scania’s.
Fred’s place on the N1 was doomed to fail as it was too far away from Madrid and most drivers didn’t know it was there.
Fred’s original restaurant was on a dust bowl by the residential flats , the food was good and cheap but you had to check your change as he was well known for short changing foreign drivers.
He then moved to the industrial estate and the armed guards who were built like gorillas were a right pain with their rules.
I used to walk to the airport to get an English newspaper.
I could not understand why drivers would sit in their cabs from Friday night until Monday morning to clear customs Monday.
I would take the train or bus to Madrid, it’s an amazing thriving and booming city.
My new bike was chained to a bin and on returning it was gone as the bin men had a key that unlocked the bin, i didn’t realise that, I would use the quieter roads to cycle to the city.
He is still trading in Madrid at a tower block.
