Great grandad was a haulier ,my grandad was too and his brother they surrended thier Bedford’s at Liverpool docks to the army ,my grandad went on to be a sergent major and after the war started up again in line spreading and haulage , great uncle had a fleet and a lot of plant doing coal slurry mixing for the coal board ,my dad and uncles were all hauliers and and my self 2 brothers and 3 cousins are too .
Dad worked on a farm for 25 years after leaving school at 14 (and for a few years before that), and in the school holidays I often went with him to “help” him 
. I rode with him on/in most of the machines around the farm, including an old, VERY NOISY 8 wheel tipper of some sort. No idea what make it was, but I think it had a 2-stroke engine (At least, that’s why Dad said it was SO NOISY). One of my uncles drove for a brewery - but I never even saw his lorry let alone spoke to him about it, so I certainly didn’t get my interest in driving from him.
I had a cousin that had his own trucks that’s how I got into driving really when I use to go with him during my school holidays.
I didn’t follow it straight away, but now my son has followed me into the trade and drives as well, I find it great meeting up on the road when we are out and about.
Yes, and his Dad and his Dad and back 200 years (as far as my sister has done the family tree), obviously horse and cart back then.
Great replies to the thread folks, thanks!
grandad , dad and his two brothers were all drivers , then me and my son . thank god the grandson saw the light and trained in computers . mothers side of the family were all railwaymen .
First went out with my Dad when I was about 3 loading lime out of Dove Holes Quarry, can still remember ‘driving’ round the site perched on his knee. I could read when I went to school as it was my job to navigate 
, so I had to read the road signs and the map. Pretty much spent every day of shcool holidays with him in the days when kids could go anywhere, the docks, foundries in Sheffiled and later on watching cloth being weaved and dyed. Great education for a kid.
Never driven anything bigger than a 7.5, my Dad got his license through grandfather rights. I keep saying one of these days I will go and take it, but I’ve been inolved one way or another my entire life with trucks.
looks like I am another one to add to the list, went as a young un in the holidays, then passed my test with him, then worked alongside doing uk and euro.
I might forgive him one day 
went out with my dad from the age of six,one of the reasons I love classic lorries,bedfords,ford d series,leylands,etc,another reason I became a hgv driver,as eagerbeaver said I have very fond memories of those days
My father was stearing big …massive ships around the docks & sea.
Now, I never liked water other than the rain , bathtub or showers, so I guess the connection is in the large vehicle of whatever type .
My two aunties however were truck drivers! although both now resting peacefully. So I seems it’s in the blood.
Aye, my old man is a driver, been all over Europe with him.
Passed my artic and he said, ‘20 years of telling you not to and you’ve went and done it. You certainly have your mother’s hearing’
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