It was in a twin wheel transit flatbed,picked up some bits destination Peterhead for onwards to some oil rig.
Left early evening and got to Carlisle, unknown to me I parked just short of the truck stop. Slept over the seats then bangged on up tipped and ran back empty
London Colney 1983 in The Bell was the frist on my own just 21 few days after passing test. Done loads before that over the years with my dad frist one being about 1969/70 I’d say
1987 lindsay towers at Crawford.Still is a good place to overnight but the lodgings has long been converted to a house.
wirksworth rod:
dieseldog999:
passed my test in livingston at 10-30 a.m. back to the yard,ran empty and loaded glasgow for 5 drops south coast.drove through the night,did the 5 drops,no backload,so parked up early evening,grubbed up,got bladdered,then cabbed it in my big j4 with the sheets over the cab to keep the ice off the glass as there was no heater.bit of board oto the hump,and legs danglingin the drivers pit…woke up in the morning frozen to death,emptied my guts under the trailer taliban style in the snow.couldnt find the big lucas key thing to start the truck,the found it 5 mins later about 10 feet away from the cab at the end of a pile of projectile vomit(i remembered at that point waking up and spewing out the window in the middle of the night).changed batteries over as it had no alternator and wouldnt start(the pit had 3 spares to last me the week).turned the heater up ful blast/the sigle burner wee caming gaz stove about the size of a tin of beans to sit for 5 mins at the back of my knees when driving.no power steering ,5 gears and a massive gardner 180 to cruise along with…stop in the middle of the night at roadworks to nick the drums of red diesel to get you home again,change your own blowouts with a bottle jack and a scaffolding pole,3 logbooks,1 for days,1 for nights,and for when i couldnt fiddle the other 2 enough…oooohhhhh the joys.
dunno about the hero bit,just stating a fact…thats the way it worked for a good few at that time assuming you were working for a cowboy outfit,and there were a good few about at that time.■■
Was about 9 or 10 when my dad worked at Ken Abrams in Skem.
He had a W reg Foden. Wouldn’t pull your socks off. But me old man was king of the road.
With the new job my first night out as driver will be sometime next week. [emoji2]
- October in a Bedford Tk with a big furniture type body. Above the cab on a big mattress in Wadicar Lane Aintree.
With the girlfriend of the time called Wendy .
I wish all my nights out were that bloody good.
A roasting hot summers evening down in Kent 2002 in a Daf CF rigid curtain sider waiting outside a Garden Centre to deliver the next morning. My primus hob (single type) on top of one of those blue small calor gas bottles a pan, some pasta, a tin of tuna, some pineapple chunks and pesto and a big 5 bottle of water. I just tried to remember what my Dad did 