wrighty:
Buzzer:
Well a very wet one today that’s for sure, finished clearing the muck out of the barns 12 loads to me mates farm, 1 to the mole man and 3/4 still on the trailer for my veg plot all loaded with my wonderful little Avant loader would not be without it, just waiting for “Wrighty” to turn up now to power wash and deep cleanse but cant see that happening any time soon Buzzer.You’re right Buzzer not much chance, but I could do a bit of grain drying for you. Loaded it last night near Forfar and dropped it at Coventry this afternoon, 5 metres tall and 3metres wide.
Cheers Wrighty.
You must have been moving into the middle lane at every bridge at that height!
I absolutely hated wide loads. Wiggle about to see what was behind you. 1980, we loaded 10’ wide wooden boxes from Dammam port to Riyadh.
Thousands of tons of cement for Riyadh also came in. The Arabs used to load sixty tons of cement in bags on 1418 long nosed Mercs that overhung the trailers by several inches.
They would manage maybe 50mph with a Pepsi can jammed to hold the bonnet up to give an extra couple of inches of cooling airflow. The road to Riyadh at that time was single carriageway, with grooves in the road (caused by those 80 ton gross Mercs!) which meant you could travel almost the three hundred miles without touching the steering wheel.
Ah, but overtaking! Pull hard to get out of the grooves, as a right hand drive Scania, using the forward facing mirror at the left of the cab to make sure nothing was coming! Lock into the other lane’s grooves. Pull hard to get into your own lane again. Job done.
Back to following that Merc for miles and miles. Always something coming the other way. Eventually a long clear section. Heave over to the left. Just alongside him, cab to cab, glance to the right. Indian driver, not an Arab.
Swung together by the grooves. My 10’ wide box slides into his bagged cement, pulls forward and tears free about a ton of cement, this is released into his cab through the open window!
He pulls onto the desert. I consider carrying on but there are about 20 of his chums behind us. Do the decent thing and pull over. He looks like a flour grader and his cab is an ocean of cement. He blames me, I say it’s not my fault. He asks how he will explain this to his boss. I give him 600 Ryals- about £100.
Since he is not going to give that to his boss, and it represents about 2 weeks wages to him, he smiles, shakes my hand and says ‘no problem.’
When I got back to Dammam, one of our crew, Geoff Collins, a harder man than me, currently a Middlesbrough multi millionaire, says ‘I’ll tell you what he’d have got from me John. The back of my trailer, disappearing in the distance!’
Happy days,
John.