DIG:
I.m guessing but I think in your day David the trailer /crate measured 32 feet the same as the rail trucks so I reckon you would probably load 20 head per trailer and assuming meat works cattle they would probly weigh around 1500 pounds live weight dressed about half that so 60 x 1500 divided by 2240 should be close to 40 tonns live weight .Semi plus 3 trailers with crates and 2 dollys 40 tons tare all up weight for the old B Models to wrestle with 80 tonns .
Happy with that mate.
Dig
I reckon so Dig, though my tricky memory is of 40 footers with 30 head I bow to your more recent one. 
That same memory also tells me that at least some of the P&S Macks were right hookers, which is where my impression that some were ex/imported from Oz might have come from, though there is no doubt that I have seen photos of left hookers.
Tricky stuff, memory, especially when you are old and grizzled. 
In Europe Masck was often re-cabbed with local bodybuilders, one fine ewample in Spain.
Punchy Dan:
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Loaded for DS Smith paper mill Sittingbourne
Used to trunk to near their place for Argos.
20 November 1986
Henwood Ind Est
Ashford
Kent
Eng.
CPU 831X.
Mack Coe day cab unit,
Sister to ERF-NGC-European’s picture.
Looking a bit worse for wear and with a added tag axle.
Star down under.:
peterm:
There were still a fair few Maxidynes with Joey boxes around in S E Qld in the 70’s. You could be sitting in traffic quietly day dreaming away, waiting for the lights to change and all of a sudden the rad grille would clang shut or open. Nearly [zb] meself more than once.
essexpete:
I was going to ask about the very smart looking twin steer ERF unit, back up the page. On close look it seems it was fitted with a Gardner 100? Which engine was that? It must have been woefully underpowered even by the standards of the day?
I’m pretty sure it said 180. I thought it might have been a 240 which is why I blew the photo up.
Buzzer:
Buzzer
Been around there a few times. The good old PLA unbreakable tea cups in the canteen. 
peterm:
Star down under.:
peterm:
There were still a fair few Maxidynes with Joey boxes around in S E Qld in the 70’s. You could be sitting in traffic quietly day dreaming away, waiting for the lights to change and all of a sudden the rad grille would clang shut or open. Nearly [zb] meself more than once.
I recall changing a flat one day on the Port Hedland Broome road if you could call it that in those days when this R model with a couple of trailers hanging behind it pulled up the driver hopped out and imediately started to assist when all of a sudden the Rad grill slammed shut and without missing a beat the driver said must be a cold spell she just put the overcoat on.
Rough guess it was mid 30sc at that time.
Dig
peterm:
Buzzer:
BuzzerBeen around there a few times. The good old PLA unbreakable tea cups in the canteen.
You were allowed in the canteen?? 
My memory is of shivering in the cab for hours and only being allowed in the small shed nearby with a coffee machine it. The only way we could know when it was time to tip was via a loudspeaker so it was necessary to keep the window open. More reason to shiver.
At least at Liverpool, however badly we were treated otherwise, we weren’t such low life that they wouldn’t feed us. I used to run with a real tough bloke called Warren, he brooked no nonsense from anyone and once was charged with chasing and blocking in a car driver who had cut him up before striding to his window to remonstrate with him. The terrified miscreant rolled his window up, locked the doors and laughed at him. Warren’s answer was to punch him hard in the face, straight through the window glass. Back to Liverpool, waiting to tip one day we went to the canteen, by this time I knew him well and he wasn’t all that scary really. I ordered a cup of tea and a ham sandwich and he did the same but specified ‘no butter’. She smiled at him and put a standard sandwich on the plate anyway. He glared at her, pushed it aside and took the cup only. His explanation to me was that he never ate butter since a visit to the Co-op butter factory as a schoolboy when he saw someone spit into a vat.
coomsey:
Couple of 8whls , take your pick! NMP off FB
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Maybe in some formerly communist East-European country for the car?
Thanks to ERF-NGC-European, Froggy55, Buzzer, Punchy Dan, michel, pyewacket947v and coomsey for the photos
Oily
Credit to Richard Says for the photos.
Came upon this when attempting file system tidy up, dunno where I got it 
most on Trucknet will relate to it, lift it share it.
Oily
WE WERE INVINCIBLE!
The kids of the 70’s. Class one HGV. Kings of the Road, bring it on. We were invincible.
ERF, Seddon, Atki, Foden. TK, Guy Big J, Screaming Dodge. F86! 180, 220. 240 Straight 8. ■■■■■■■■ Rolls Royce, the mighty Gardner. We were invincible.
Sleeping Bags, non sleeper cabs, sleeping boards, newspaper curtains frozen to the windows. Five nights out. Fry ups. Booze ups Fish & Chips, Spare ribs, Chinese, a Kebab on the way back. We were invincible.
Roping and sheeting in rain sun or snow climbing over loads like monkeys. No Gloves, fingers split, dollies, half hitches and pigs ears. Dundee crosses, Chains and dogs and a 3 foot length of scaffold pipe. We were invincible.
Jump up. Jump down run around an PULLLLLL. Rope slips, hold on tight. Soaking wet, dry as you drive. Handball fertilizer, tatties or flour 200lb sacks just drop them on me. We were invincible.
New road, old roads, no place too far or remote. Trailblazers pathfinders, leave it to me. Hammer down keep ‘er lit. Aldgate East, Middle East, East Kilbride. Mind that bridge, look out the ministry’s about. We were invincible.
Forty years on the knees have gone, back aches, hips replaced, stone deaf, diabetes. Stiff neck, kidney stones, arthritis. Absent friends, we’ll meet agains. Going still or keys hung up, pass it on.
WE ARE INVINCIBLE.
Funnily enough, that sounds all too familiar for me, even more so, I’d add the 60s.
Duly lifted and shared.
oiltreader:
Came upon this when attempting file system tidy up, dunno where I got it
OilyWE WERE INVINCIBLE!
The kids of the 70’s. Class one HGV. Kings of the Road, bring it on. We were invincible.
ERF, Seddon, Atki, Foden. TK, Guy Big J, Screaming Dodge. F86! 180, 220. 240 Straight 8. ■■■■■■■■ Rolls Royce, the mighty Gardner. We were invincible.
Sleeping Bags, non sleeper cabs, sleeping boards, newspaper curtains frozen to the windows. Five nights out. Fry ups. Booze ups Fish & Chips, Spare ribs, Chinese, a Kebab on the way back. We were invincible.
Roping and sheeting in rain sun or snow climbing over loads like monkeys. No Gloves, fingers split, dollies, half hitches and pigs ears. Dundee crosses, Chains and dogs and a 3 foot length of scaffold pipe. We were invincible.
Jump up. Jump down run around an PULLLLLL. Rope slips, hold on tight. Soaking wet, dry as you drive. Handball fertilizer, tatties or flour 200lb sacks just drop them on me. We were invincible.
New road, old roads, no place too far or remote. Trailblazers pathfinders, leave it to me. Hammer down keep ‘er lit. Aldgate East, Middle East, East Kilbride. Mind that bridge, look out the ministry’s about. We were invincible.
Forty years on the knees have gone, back aches, hips replaced, stone deaf, diabetes. Stiff neck, kidney stones, arthritis. Absent friends, we’ll meet agains. Going still or keys hung up, pass it on.
WE ARE INVINCIBLE.
Oily found this to compliment your post, hope you have a sense of humour, Buzzer
DIG:
peterm:
Star down under.:
peterm:
There were still a fair few Maxidynes with Joey boxes around in S E Qld in the 70’s. You could be sitting in traffic quietly day dreaming away, waiting for the lights to change and all of a sudden the rad grille would clang shut or open. Nearly [zb] meself more than once.
I recall changing a flat one day on the Port Hedland Broome road if you could call it that in those days when this R model with a couple of trailers hanging behind it pulled up the driver hopped out and imediately started to assist when all of a sudden the Rad grill slammed shut and without missing a beat the driver said must be a cold spell she just put the overcoat on.
Rough guess it was mid 30sc at that time.Dig
Never been round that way, but I know it gets a tad warm. I can’t believe the racket those things made when the clanged shut.
Spardo:
peterm:
Buzzer:
BuzzerBeen around there a few times. The good old PLA unbreakable tea cups in the canteen.
You were allowed in the canteen??
My memory is of shivering in the cab for hours and only being allowed in the small shed nearby with a coffee machine it. The only way we could know when it was time to tip was via a loudspeaker so it was necessary to keep the window open. More reason to shiver.At least at Liverpool, however badly we were treated otherwise, we weren’t such low life that they wouldn’t feed us. I used to run with a real tough bloke called Warren, he brooked no nonsense from anyone and once was charged with chasing and blocking in a car driver who had cut him up before striding to his window to remonstrate with him. The terrified miscreant rolled his window up, locked the doors and laughed at him. Warren’s answer was to punch him hard in the face, straight through the window glass. Back to Liverpool, waiting to tip one day we went to the canteen, by this time I knew him well and he wasn’t all that scary really. I ordered a cup of tea and a ham sandwich and he did the same but specified ‘no butter’. She smiled at him and put a standard sandwich on the plate anyway. He glared at her, pushed it aside and took the cup only. His explanation to me was that he never ate butter since a visit to the Co-op butter factory as a schoolboy when he saw someone spit into a vat.
Yep, never had a problem. Maybe I was so scruffy that they thought I worked there.