DIG:
Some memorabilia for Oily and Buzzer
In the days of horse drawn carts this was a horse drawn grader and then we invented tractors progress.
The red painted machinery is for fitting steel tyres to wooden cart wheels so I.m told anyhow I guess this qualifies as “past”
In case you come to OZ and want to visit the museum its at the Murchison Settlement in West Oz not much there a road house and 3 homes occupied by 3 grader drivers and their families they have something like 3000kms of shire roads to grade each year and they do a great job as we have travelled through the area several times.
Dig
Saw this the other day in Norway, appeared to be set up for tractor drawbar.
DIG:
Some memorabilia for Oily and Buzzer
In the days of horse drawn carts this was a horse drawn grader and then we invented tractors progress.
The red painted machinery is for fitting steel tyres to wooden cart wheels so I.m told anyhow I guess this qualifies as “past”
In case you come to OZ and want to visit the museum its at the Murchison Settlement in West Oz not much there a road house and 3 homes occupied by 3 grader drivers and their families they have something like 3000kms of shire roads to grade each year and they do a great job as we have travelled through the area several times.
Dig
Saw this the other day in Norway, appeared to be set up for tractor drawbar. 0
Definitely a grader, you can see the big cog wheel to adjust the angle and the seat for the operator, Buzzer
peterm:
I used to deliver hides to Dalgety’s at Teneriffe, Brisbane among others. Oh what a lovely job, but it was better than not working.
The buildings have now been converted to yuppy, upmarket flats. The smell of lanolin is still strong and pervasive.
I know, but it’s good to know they still stink for the benefit of said yuppy’s. The sheep skins did make you stink and even after a shower, I was still a bit ripe. I never carted treated hides, only wet one’s and boy were they slippery. I found the best way to move them was by two fingers through the ■■■■■■■■. As they came off the truck the blokes would be chucking salt over them. There was another place at Lytton Rd, Hemmant where I also took hoofs and other stuff for glue. I’d been there one day with three hoppers of glue pieces and on the way back, half way round a bend a car coming the other way swerved into the armco on his left and stopped. I did the right thing and walked back to see if anyone was hurt. He and his wife were OK, but he said that thing came off your truck and hit us. I was dumbfounded, but went back and saw that the middle one was missing. It turned out that the rope had broken (rotten with blood), the hopper had come off, hit the car and bounced back behind me and down a ditch on my left. At the time there was a police station right there. This big fat copper came waddling out and gave me a ticket for an unsafe load. $10.00.
DIG:
Some memorabilia for Oily and Buzzer
In the days of horse drawn carts this was a horse drawn grader and then we invented tractors progress.
The red painted machinery is for fitting steel tyres to wooden cart wheels so I.m told anyhow I guess this qualifies as “past”
In case you come to OZ and want to visit the museum its at the Murchison Settlement in West Oz not much there a road house and 3 homes occupied by 3 grader drivers and their families they have something like 3000kms of shire roads to grade each year and they do a great job as we have travelled through the area several times.
Dig
Saw this the other day in Norway, appeared to be set up for tractor drawbar. 0
Definitely a grader, you can see the big cog wheel to adjust the angle and the seat for the operator, Buzzer
Great find EP I agree Buzzer definitely a grader I reckon a museum piece should be able to have it place bt Xmas if you hurry.
peterm:
I used to deliver hides to Dalgety’s at Teneriffe, Brisbane among others. Oh what a lovely job, but it was better than not working.
The buildings have now been converted to yuppy, upmarket flats. The smell of lanolin is still strong and pervasive.
I know, but it’s good to know they still stink for the benefit of said yuppy’s. The sheep skins did make you stink and even after a shower, I was still a bit ripe. I never carted treated hides, only wet one’s and boy were they slippery. I found the best way to move them was by two fingers through the [zb]. As they came off the truck the blokes would be chucking salt over them. There was another place at Lytton Rd, Hemmant where I also took hoofs and other stuff for glue. I’d been there one day with three hoppers of glue pieces and on the way back, half way round a bend a car coming the other way swerved into the armco on his left and stopped. I did the right thing and walked back to see if anyone was hurt. He and his wife were OK, but he said that thing came off your truck and hit us. I was dumbfounded, but went back and saw that the middle one was missing. It turned out that the rope had broken (rotten with blood), the hopper had come off, hit the car and bounced back behind me and down a ditch on my left. At the time there was a police station right there. This big fat copper came waddling out and gave me a ticket for an unsafe load. $10.00.
We’re you with AJ Bush? I think Jackson’s did the hides, but not the waste. I don’t recall AJ Bush doing hides.
peterm:
I used to deliver hides to Dalgety’s at Teneriffe, Brisbane among others. Oh what a lovely job, but it was better than not working.
The buildings have now been converted to yuppy, upmarket flats. The smell of lanolin is still strong and pervasive.
I know, but it’s good to know they still stink for the benefit of said yuppy’s. The sheep skins did make you stink and even after a shower, I was still a bit ripe. I never carted treated hides, only wet one’s and boy were they slippery. I found the best way to move them was by two fingers through the [zb]. As they came off the truck the blokes would be chucking salt over them. There was another place at Lytton Rd, Hemmant where I also took hoofs and other stuff for glue. I’d been there one day with three hoppers of glue pieces and on the way back, half way round a bend a car coming the other way swerved into the armco on his left and stopped. I did the right thing and walked back to see if anyone was hurt. He and his wife were OK, but he said that thing came off your truck and hit us. I was dumbfounded, but went back and saw that the middle one was missing. It turned out that the rope had broken (rotten with blood), the hopper had come off, hit the car and bounced back behind me and down a ditch on my left. At the time there was a police station right there. This big fat copper came waddling out and gave me a ticket for an unsafe load. $10.00.
I read your earlier post and was going to ask what it was like to deliver hides in stinky Brisbane heat, but I’d just had my dinner
I’m but a nipper compared to yourself and others here, but I do remember following (at a respectable distance) tallow trucks in and around western Sydney years ago. Even if I couldn’t see it, a certain bouquet did alert me they were ahead. How you and blokes like you did that sort of work I don’t know.
I only ever did one load of hides, I was young, just starting a life on the road…I’ll never forget the experience These hides had come by ship from Sth. America, on pallets, in plastic bags, to a docks on the River Mersey (yes, those docks, I’m still traumatised all these years later) I had Fred Chappells one and only flat trailer. As I said, the hides were on pallets so I thought easy peasy, lift em on lads with the fork lift. Not a bit of it, remember the docks we’re talking about the lazy workshy bone idle gang wanted the EMPTY pallets back. Guess who had to hump the stinking hides while the whole gang of lazy ‘bar stewards’ stood and watched me.
I took them to Chas. Stead leather works, bottom of Scott Hall rd. Leeds. thankfully the gaffer there assembled a good sized gang to offload them.
When I got back to the yard Fred came running across “get the steam lance and get that 'kin trailer clean”
When I worked for a BMC commercial vehicle dealership in Reading back in the late 60’s/early 70’s we repaired some FFK dropsiders owned by Harrison and Lucas who were based in the cattle market and were hide and skin dealers. The cab floors rotted away rapidly with the salt so they had a short life. One day we towed one in loaded with a failed clutch and they brought another truck out to tranship the load while I was underneath removing the gearbox and trying to avoid the blood dripping through the floor. The propshafts were always well coated with dried blood and gristle anyway, as was the steering wheel and other controls and they stank something awfull. The two drivers were manhandling the hides and periodically they wiped the back of their hands across their mouths, apparently the salt refreshed them but the sight of their salt encrusted mouths made me feel rather ill!
peterm:
I used to deliver hides to Dalgety’s at Teneriffe, Brisbane among others. Oh what a lovely job, but it was better than not working.
The buildings have now been converted to yuppy, upmarket flats. The smell of lanolin is still strong and pervasive.
I know, but it’s good to know they still stink for the benefit of said yuppy’s. The sheep skins did make you stink and even after a shower, I was still a bit ripe. I never carted treated hides, only wet one’s and boy were they slippery. I found the best way to move them was by two fingers through the [zb]. As they came off the truck the blokes would be chucking salt over them. There was another place at Lytton Rd, Hemmant where I also took hoofs and other stuff for glue. I’d been there one day with three hoppers of glue pieces and on the way back, half way round a bend a car coming the other way swerved into the armco on his left and stopped. I did the right thing and walked back to see if anyone was hurt. He and his wife were OK, but he said that thing came off your truck and hit us. I was dumbfounded, but went back and saw that the middle one was missing. It turned out that the rope had broken (rotten with blood), the hopper had come off, hit the car and bounced back behind me and down a ditch on my left. At the time there was a police station right there. This big fat copper came waddling out and gave me a ticket for an unsafe load. $10.00.
We’re you with AJ Bush? I think Jackson’s did the hides, but not the waste. I don’t recall AJ Bush doing hides.
No, Morgans meat transport which was owned by Mayne Nickless. Hides and sheep skins, also meat were my jobs. Never did fresh meat on the same day as hides and skins though.
peterm:
I used to deliver hides to Dalgety’s at Teneriffe, Brisbane among others. Oh what a lovely job, but it was better than not working.
The buildings have now been converted to yuppy, upmarket flats. The smell of lanolin is still strong and pervasive.
I know, but it’s good to know they still stink for the benefit of said yuppy’s. The sheep skins did make you stink and even after a shower, I was still a bit ripe. I never carted treated hides, only wet one’s and boy were they slippery. I found the best way to move them was by two fingers through the [zb]. As they came off the truck the blokes would be chucking salt over them. There was another place at Lytton Rd, Hemmant where I also took hoofs and other stuff for glue. I’d been there one day with three hoppers of glue pieces and on the way back, half way round a bend a car coming the other way swerved into the armco on his left and stopped. I did the right thing and walked back to see if anyone was hurt. He and his wife were OK, but he said that thing came off your truck and hit us. I was dumbfounded, but went back and saw that the middle one was missing. It turned out that the rope had broken (rotten with blood), the hopper had come off, hit the car and bounced back behind me and down a ditch on my left. At the time there was a police station right there. This big fat copper came waddling out and gave me a ticket for an unsafe load. $10.00.
I read your earlier post and was going to ask what it was like to deliver hides in stinky Brisbane heat, but I’d just had my dinner
I’m but a nipper compared to yourself and others here, but I do remember following (at a respectable distance) tallow trucks in and around western Sydney years ago. Even if I couldn’t see it, a certain bouquet did alert me they were ahead. How you and blokes like you did that sort of work I don’t know.
Yeah, I did pen & ink at work. For some reason the flies used to like me and my truck on hide and skin days.
I was thinking of going back " Behind the wheel " with my HGV Class 1 licence when I saw the amounts of wages
on the back door of this Volvo 6 wheeler which was delivering to the little Tesco at Pemberton, Wigan. 19/08/2022.
If there wasn’t too much freight on board, I used the side door and climbed over sundry pallets and boxes so I could kip in the luton, including a few nights at Penrith Truck Stop. In winter.
The worst thing was having to get out of “bed” at (obscene) a.m.
Ray Smyth:
I was thinking of going back " Behind the wheel " with my HGV Class 1 licence when I saw the amounts of wages
on the back door of this Volvo 6 wheeler which was delivering to the little Tesco at Pemberton, Wigan. 19/08/2022.
Ray Smyth.
Certainly more than anything I have ever earned in my lifetime Ray, even though I have been out of the loop long enough to not know what C+E means.
Edit: Just taken a magnifying glass to my permis de conduire and it says C1E is a wagon and drag (though a funny looking one from the picture) and CE is an artic.
I find it strange though that it appears to make no difference between a centre axle drawbar (which behaves like an artic) and what to me is an altogether greater skill in driving a ‘traditionnel’ (wheel in each corner thus 2 bendy bits rather than 1).
Either way I won’t be getting on the phone.
BTW Ray, you’ve just done me an enormous favour. A couple of months or so ago I avoided a gendarme check and stopped to check all my documents and saw to my horror that my permis had expired in 2018. So I backtracked home and rang around everyone including the insurers and they all said no, that only applies to the HGVs. Just now in order to answer above I pulled it out twice and another one came out with it, and this one said expiry 2033. I remember some years ago in another gendarme check showing 2 licences because the writing was too small for me to be sure which to destroy. The bloke looked at them both and shook his head slowly and then called to his mate ‘this bloke’s got 2 licences’ he looked sad and shook his head also. But they let me go and the 1st one said ‘it is illegal to have 2 licences, destroy the old one as soon as you get home’. Now I would have sworn that I had done so, but obviously hadn’t, and I have been driving around illegally for around 5 years or so. Till now, holding my breath that I had the right one, I cut it in 2.
Ray Smyth:
I was thinking of going back " Behind the wheel " with my HGV Class 1 licence when I saw the amounts of wages
on the back door of this Volvo 6 wheeler which was delivering to the little Tesco at Pemberton, Wigan. 19/08/2022.
Ray Smyth.
Hi Ray, Agency advert today off FB page of Highlands and Islands Trucks.
“Class 1 Drivers needed tomorrow Eurocentral trunk run from Inverness £18.00 per hour. Drivers must have CPC and Digital Tacho”.
Cheers
Eddie
The sheep skins did make you stink and even after a shower, I was still a bit ripe. I never carted treated hides, only wet one’s and boy were they slippery. I found the best way to move them was by two fingers through the ■■■■■■■■. As they came off the truck the blokes would be chucking salt over them. There was another place at Lytton Rd, Hemmant where I also took hoofs and other stuff for glue. I’d been there one day with three hoppers of glue pieces and on the way back, half way round a bend a car coming the other way swerved into the armco on his left and stopped. I did the right thing and walked back to see if anyone was hurt. He and his wife were OK, but he said that thing came off your truck and hit us. I was dumbfounded, but went back and saw that the middle one was missing. It turned out that the rope had broken (rotten with blood), the hopper had come off, hit the car and bounced back behind me and down a ditch on my left. At the time there was a police station right there. This big fat copper came waddling out and gave me a ticket for an unsafe load. $10.00.
These hides had come by ship from Sth. America, on pallets, in plastic bags, to a docks on the River Mersey (yes, those docks, I’m still traumatised all these years later) I had Fred Chappells one and only flat trailer. As I said, the hides were on pallets so I thought easy peasy, lift em on lads with the fork lift. 
the lazy workshy bone idle gang wanted the EMPTY pallets back. Guess who had to hump the stinking hides while the whole gang of lazy ‘bar stewards’ stood and watched me. 
