Saw this on Thursday whilst waiting to tip
Spoke to the driver itâs just had a engine overhaul 14ltr â â â â â â â up rated to 600bhp
I canât remember if it was Larry who used to reload from Headleys soap factory in Trafford Park.
Is this a Harold Wood tanker Chris ?
Mid Day Manchester smog November 1953
Saddleworth March 1979.
mushroomman:
Buzzer:
Thursdays trifles, BuzzerThe Wyke Viaduct on the A58 has changed a bit.
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The last photo, some young fellas killed in a car in that field about a month ago, early hours of the morning they had come down from the traffic light (at high speed) , lost control, cleared the wall and rolled it a few times in the field.
If that ^^^^^^ was a real '50s smog, you wouldnât be able to see the bus at that distance! 
Thanks to servo88, mushroomman, Buzzer and gazsa401 for the photos 
Buzzerâs pic brought back memories of Guild Street the main railway station in Aberdeen and in my time there(1956) terminus for the No9 for Cove and it was 9 trips a shift, busy weekdays but on a Sunday it was the most boring of all shifts I ever spent on my time on buses. A Croans Kippers Scania there as well.
Oily
ERF-NGC-European:
If that ^^^^^^ was a real '50s smog, you wouldnât be able to see the bus at that distance!
Grangemouth when the fog descended on the Forth Estuary with the Oil Refinery flares, the ICI plant and coal burning, that was as bad if not worse than London smog also the bitter taste was something else.
Oily
oiltreader:
Icecream man in Inverness.
Oily
Cute name!
ERF-NGC-European:
If that ^^^^^^ was a real '50s smog, you wouldnât be able to see the bus at that distance!
Do Northern drivers still refer to London as going down to The Smoke, 
it was still a common term in the 70âs/80âs.
I remember the smog from the fifties when the buses had to stop running and the first time that I drove to Poland in January 1981 I instantly remembered that cheap coal smell that seemed to stick at the back of my throat.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clean_Air_Act_1956
Manchester Smog, December 1958.
Dairy Produce Packers.
Manchester, 1970.
Smiths of Eccles, Trafford Park.
More Ice Cream Photos.
mushroomman:
You must be a mind reader Buzzer, I was about to ask does anybody know what this is.0
Thatâs a Bond, could be a Mark C, D or F, made by Sharps Commercials of Preston. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bond_Minicar
I did many miles in the 60âs as a passenger in them and the later Mark G model.
Pete.
mushroomman:
ERF-NGC-European:
If that ^^^^^^ was a real '50s smog, you wouldnât be able to see the bus at that distance!Do Northern drivers still refer to London as going down to The Smoke,
I remember the smog from the fifties when the buses had to stop running and the first time that I drove to Poland in January 1981 I instantly remembered that cheap coal smell that seemed to stick at the back of my throat.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clean_Air_Act_1956
Manchester Smog, December 1958.
5Dairy Produce Packers.
4Manchester, 1970.
3Smiths of Eccles, Trafford Park.
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You and me both! The smogs in Nottingham in the 50s used to bring the buses to a standstill. My father and I had to abandon the car and walk right across the city one evening. The buses were all idling in the gutters with their dim bulbs glimmering in the gloom. And like you, the first time I drove a lorry to Poland, the smell of the domestic coal fires instantly brought back the '50s & '60s as I threaded my way through the streets of Czestochowa!
windrush:
mushroomman:
You must be a mind reader Buzzer, I was about to ask does anybody know what this is.0
Thatâs a Bond, could be a Mark C, D or F, made by Sharps Commercials of Preston. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bond_Minicar
I did many miles in the 60âs as a passenger in them and the later Mark G model.
Pete.
When I was a kid one of my teachers had one of these. I remember it had strange brown paint, was very smoky and an incredible turning circle. Never fancied one myselfâŚ
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You and me both! The smogs in Nottingham in the 50s used to bring the buses to a standstill. My father and I had to abandon the car and walk right across the city one evening. The buses were all idling in the gutters with their dim bulbs glimmering in the gloom. And like you, the first time I drove a lorry to Poland, the smell of the domestic coal fires instantly brought back the '50s & '60s as I threaded my way through the streets of Czestochowa!
I too remember it, I arrived to live in Nottingham in 1950, but there is a strange contradiction. Nottingham was supposed to be known for the prettiest girls in the country (other girls and cities are available 
) and, though I had to agree with that, wondered if it had something to do with the lack of heavy industry which encouraged its female inhabitants to wear brighter colours. I had come from Manchester where we took great care not to allow our clothes to touch the gate post as we passed and marvelled at the way this was not necessary at our new home.
But there were very thick fogs, if not the really bad smogs of less fortunate places, but a couple of incidents come back to mind. My wife tells me that, after a girlsâ night out in town, they hailed a cab to take them back to Beeston. Half way along the fog was so thick that the driver insisted someone must get out and walk in front to test the way, eventually they all got out and moved along like this for a considerable distance. It didnât occur to them at the time that, if they could find their way on foot why did they pay a taxi driver to follow them? 
The other incident was years later during my brief couple of years when I started my own cab business. I had a very good reputation built on reliabilty, always arriving on time and had very many phone customers. One New Yearâs Eve, a time when cab drivers make a very large proportion of their annual income, I had multiple advance bookings and mused about how much worse off I was by ignoring the myriad hands waving me down as I progressed through very thick fog to the Palais de Danse. Arriving on time I could see no sign of my passengers and eventually, after 20 minutes of waiting, I eventually gave in and took other fares that had been pestering me the whole time. Later I rang my customers to ask where they had got to and the reply was âwe didnât think you would come in the fogâ. âWell I didâ was my reply âand now you owe me for the wasted journey if not for all the business I turned away coming to fetch you and waitingâ. They refused so I told them not to ring again. They did ring again, about a month later, to collect them from Beeston centre where they had been shopping. I went and loaded all their bags into the boot, then turned and said âbefore we leave, I need you to pay me in advance and also for New Yearâs Eveâ. They refused, so without a word, I unloaded the bags and drove away while watching their expressions in the mirror. I didnât have the money, but I did feel a whole lot better.
Spardo:
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You and me both! The smogs in Nottingham in the 50s used to bring the buses to a standstill. My father and I had to abandon the car and walk right across the city one evening. The buses were all idling in the gutters with their dim bulbs glimmering in the gloom. And like you, the first time I drove a lorry to Poland, the smell of the domestic coal fires instantly brought back the '50s & '60s as I threaded my way through the streets of Czestochowa!I too remember it, I arrived to live in Nottingham in 1950, but there is a strange contradiction. Nottingham was supposed to be known for the prettiest girls in the country (other girls and cities are available
But there were very thick fogs, if not the really bad smogs of less fortunate places, but a couple of incidents come back to mind. My wife tells me that, after a girlsâ night out in town, they hailed a cab to take them back to Beeston. Half way along the fog was so thick that the driver insisted someone must get out and walk in front to test the way, eventually they all got out and moved along like this for a considerable distance. It didnât occur to them at the time that, if they could find their way on foot why did they pay a taxi driver to follow them?
Spardo yet another driving job you seemed to inadvertently told us about to add to the list,
The other incident was years later during my brief couple of years when I started my own cab business. I had a very good reputation built on reliabilty, always arriving on time and had very many phone customers. One New Yearâs Eve, a time when cab drivers make a very large proportion of their annual income, I had multiple advance bookings and mused about how much worse off I was by ignoring the myriad hands waving me down as I progressed through very thick fog to the Palais de Danse. Arriving on time I could see no sign of my passengers and eventually, after 20 minutes of waiting, I eventually gave in and took other fares that had been pestering me the whole time. Later I rang my customers to ask where they had got to and the reply was âwe didnât think you would come in the fogâ. âWell I didâ was my reply âand now you owe me for the wasted journey if not for all the business I turned away coming to fetch you and waitingâ. They refused so I told them not to ring again. They did ring again, about a month later, to collect them from Beeston centre where they had been shopping. I went and loaded all their bags into the boot, then turned and said âbefore we leave, I need you to pay me in advance and also for New Yearâs Eveâ. They refused, so without a word, I unloaded the bags and drove away while watching their expressions in the mirror. I didnât have the money, but I did feel a whole lot better.