That’s how I did it the second time around Carryfast, I initially started by buying the lorry I was driving for an own account operation that didn’t know one end of a lorry from another, so much so that the previous driver had conned them into buying an F16 Globetrotter for two runs from London to Belgium each week, running out empty and coming back with about 10ton in the trailer, it had been downplated to 28ton ffs!
I built that up to a dozen motors in a short time, it was an eclectic fleet that had a Daf, an ERF, a Strato, a couple of Mercs, various Volvos, an IVECO and a Scania, then my biggest customer was bought out and I’d had a punch up with the son of the owner and being a sore loser, that was the end of that for me. I found other work, but not as profitable, so I dwindled the fleet down to one and then sold that when the French stopped us running home on a Sunday and got a job. It was nice to have no worries and the job I had was very well paid and I had a brand new high spec unit and trailer. Then I moved into the office and from had a spell at TRUCK magazine.
But the itch returned and I needed my name on a log book again, so I bought an old IVECO for 5k and prepared to do it all again, I took the lorry for its test and the tester asked me if I was taking the ■■■■, it was a bit scruffy to say the least, but it passed, as I knew it would and I tidied it up a bit and worked it to death, I never spent a penny on it and soon I had enough money to buy the best lorry I’ve ever owned, a Scania 143, I soon got delusions of grandeur again and bought a brand new 540 Stralis, intending to get rid of the 143, but I didn’t and I kept it for myself and got a driver for the new one, I then bought a new lorry every 6months until I filled my O license up and ended up with customers coming out of my ears, doing a bit here and a bit there for them all and sometimes subbing work out to the friends I’ve mentioned before in this thread, then I got onto a major supermarket chain and life became very easy, I had the lorries working 24/7 and the bank manager started phoning me for a chat, rather than ask when I was going to clear my overdraft. Then steady Eddie rolled into town and I was out on my arse again! I could’ve turned it around, but I couldn’t be bothered, it coincided with a relationship break up and I ran it into the ground out of spite so I didn’t have to give her half of everything I’d worked for while she had her nails done and went shopping and I ended up back in my 143. I had enough of that in a short space of time as the Eastern European invasion had just started, so I sold that and started selling lorries for Mercedes, hence the newmercman moniker.
That started getting wobbly when the recession started to bite and I ended up in Canada in 2008, vowing to never own another lorry as long as I lived.
Now I own two of the [zb]ing things. It’s a bloody disease this lorry game and I’m sure it will kill me in the end, talk about a Rollercoaster ride, so if you are serious about buying a lorry, make sure you are well strapped in and hang on for dear life as you’re just a passenger on an out of control machine!
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