We got them at our place about 4-5 years back or so when I was doing 7.5t work. Get’s into the office one day after doing my afternoon run…
“Saxon, Can I have a quick word mate?”, asks the gaffer. Aye, aye, one of his little favours coming on here me thinks 
“We’ve had this bloke ring up saying you knocked him off his bike” 
“You’re having a laugh, right?”
“No, I’ve had a nice long chat with him, he isn’t actually goin’ off on one or anything as he’s sure you just didn’t see him and it was just as much his fault, but wants you to know all the same…”
“Well, obviously I didn’t see him as I’m convinced I didn’t do it”, I spluttered. 
“Some cars stopped but you continued on your way”, he added.
“But surely if some cars had stopped, I would have seen them stopping/ flashing/ honking?!?!” 
Anyway, I’d always been honest with my manager and he had complete trust in me. The look on my face must have told him no way on earth that it was me.
The location was Central Birmingham at approx. 5pm. I did the run twice per day every day bar Sunday so knew the roads very well and because it’s so busy at that time of the day anyway, I always had my wits about me… at least I thought I did 
Turns out the bloke had rode up to the nearside of a truck turning right at a roundabout which had subsequently pulled off and somehow a collision had occurred.
So, anyway, it ended up me speaking with this person as obviously I wanted to know the full details. He was a really nice chap and we had a good chat but this particular roundabout where he was turning right, I meet it from the run up to his left and go straight on!!!
I just couldn’t for the life of me understand it. 
He only got my number by returning the following night to the proximity of the collision and waited until he saw what he thought was the same truck pass through, took the details and rang the number.
Anyway, that was that, he wasn’t complaining as such, just making me aware Well, the phone went down and from then on I started to think well, maybe it was me after all… the growing doubt really began to nag at me. 
Well, lo and behold, a week or so later,still with the incident in my system, I’m in Central B’ham again at 5pm at this particular roundabout waiting to go straight on. Who should come onto the r/bout turning right It’s only one of our firkin trucks from a neighbouring depot After he went past me I noticed that his reg. number was just one digit different to mine Instead of say A123 XYZ, he was A124 XYZ Same model and everything
I had a little smile to myself and continued on my way 
Funnily enough, a few weeks after that, incident now totally forgotten about, I’m somewhere in that vicinity again when from the opposite direction there’s a bloke on a bike smiling and waving like crazy in my direction. I looked at the cars around me, no… it was definitely me he was waving at “Haha! What a nutter!!!”, I thought to myself. Until I went past him that is…then it clicked haha
The only other thing connected with those darn stickers and me came about six months after this incident. I used to have this drop at this big posh hall and I mean…posh! Anyway, I’ve made the drop, continued on with my run and it’s just another day consigned to the history bucket… or so I thought!!!
Gets in next day to hear one of the lads telling me about the ‘rumour’ at the hall. Apparently I had been going over a speed hump and subsequently then rolled backwards into a Jag completely writing it off!!! Yes, the call had come through my manager said and that’s how it was. Holy smoke!
Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t go that slow over speed humps to then somehow roll backwards. I insisted that my manager resolve the matter fully by the time I returned. My whole day was ruined thinking about it over and over and once again, I ended up thinking well… maybe I did do it after all!
This one turns out to have been the bakery guy in his WHITE van having reversed into the car park into some car or other and they had swapped details there and then. Now, I drove a BLUE truck at the time, not blue and white, not any sign of white in fact…just [zb]BLUE!!! Now, why somebody rang my number when the incident had been sorted, I’ll never know! But the swine took a year off my life expectancy. 
Totally unconnected with the scheme but now I’ve got my writing boots on, I’ll tell you about a couple of incidents that happened against me in Brum but whereby I had the last laugh
50 yards or so from a set of lights a road branches into two lanes but I never used the inside lane as just 10 yards after these lights, the inside lane is always full of parked cars and vans, guaranteed. Use the inside lane and about 20 cars later, you might just get flashed out. So, I’m in the outside lane at the lights with a car in front. Yes, you get cars on the inside who want to make a quick dash for it to avoid being behind you at any cost so I just take my time there and let them. Better three cars through than twenty! Anyway, the lights go green…
I’m just about to release my handbrake when I hear an almighty clatter and a merc going at 45% right under my bonnet to get ahead. Bear in mind I hadn’t even set off at this point On closer inspection he’s having an engaging conversation on the phone by the look of it as the phone’s glued to his right ear whilst he is clutching the wheel with his left. I look across to the nearside and notice I have no mirror. 
Not just no glass, but the whole caboogle…gone! 
So, I flash, I honk, I flash, I honk…
watches driver disappear into distance
Well, I had to pull over, didn’t have any option and to cut a long story short, I phoned the gaffer and got the job sorted. Job’s a gud ‘un and I’m back on my way. A few miles down the road I’m easing my way thro’ heavy traffic and who do I see across the way delivering to a kebab shop■■? hehe… Yes, our little van friend. No need to tell you the rest… I’m sure you can fill in the details yourselves
Next one…
I’m just minding my own business going down the road when I see a bus parked at a bus stop and passengers alighting. Another bus turns up, parks behind the first one and the passengers get off. I’m getting closer and closer… and closer.So, I’m right on top of them both now when the rearmost bus finishes and decides to set off. Now the road is wide, very wide but not wide enough for two buses and a truck and I’m already right [zb]there I couldn’t do anything apart from hope for the best. Again he’s coming at me at 45%, I feel the nearside wheels on the kerb and start to honk like crazy as I hear an almighty crack as he rips my offside mirror clean off. Bummer!
Out the cab I jump after he takes no notice of me honking and I’m now jumping up and down in the middle of the road waving my arms like a maniac …to no avail By this time the other bus had set off too and I noticed the one that nobbled me had an advert sprawled across the rear of the bus whereas the other one didn’t.
Anyroad, about 200 yards before I had met the buses I had noticed a police car containing two officers in a side street 
Give it a try me thinks So I leg as fast as my little legs could carry me and described to them what had just happened. “Don’t worry son, jump in…Was that bang you? We heard it…” So I’m in the back seat of the Volvo going like [zb] g–f-o-r-c-e through Brum…Excellento!!! 
In no time at all we had caught them up but the driver in question had no recollection of the incident 
He didn’t realize apparently one of the officer’s said to me. "Lying [zb] his mate said to me just loud enough so only I could hear it haha! 
They took all the details and took me back to my truck. Job’s a gud 'un
I’ve never had incidents like that since I’ve done class 1 and 2 work and here’s hoping I don’t.
voice from the back
“Well, you wouldn’t have since you ripped the sticker off”
*Sight of Saxon stuffing large sock in “Voice from the back” 's mouth.
We’re still in the scheme I think but all the stickers have, on the whole, mysteriously vanished!
if you need to put stars instead of letters then it shouldn’t be there should it,jb
