Does any one remember the jcb song about a young lad with his da in the jcb.
Just got me thinking .i had some great times with me da in his truck,helping him fix things,winding down the legs,pulling the pin,tilting the cab with him on a wild winter night,spotting the phone boxes,driving the truck and him trusting you to do that,what a feelling.
Any thoughts .
Dee.
Deeireland:
driving the truck and him trusting you to do that,what a feelling.
Any thoughts .
Dee.
Yeah they frown on that nowadays. They want you to have a licence and allsorts. Thats what the DCPC is all about. Dads Controlling and Parental Control. I mean who just lets a kid drive a truck (apart from anyone on the young drivers scheme) ?
Lol,cpc eh ,dh.do you know what dcpc is for?
Mike-C:
Deeireland:
driving the truck and him trusting you to do that,what a feelling.
Any thoughts .
Dee.Yeah they frown on that nowadays. They want you to have a licence and allsorts. Thats what the DCPC is all about. Dads Controlling and Parental Control. I mean who just lets a kid drive a truck (apart from anyone on the young drivers scheme) ?
I’m glad I had my dad to make and show me how to be professionally competent …
Deeireland:
I’m glad I had my dad to make and show me how to be professionally competent …
Ditto.
Went with my dad all around the UK and Europe from the age of 8 or 9 and got involved with everything, from paperwork, to stripping trailers out, to driving the truck. Its because of that background and informal apprenticeship that I am who I am today and why I’ve driven around most of Western Europe and North America my self.
Took my dad out with me for a few hours a while back, he’s been retired 11 years now and I don’t think he misses it one bit
Used to go out with my dad as much as I could during the school holidays. He only done local tipper work and he drove an old 8 wheeler Volvo F731. I used to control the tipper body while tipping at sites.(Certainly wouldn’t be alowed these days) It was a great feeling and still something which brings back good memories. In his later years he done nights from Glasgow to Seaforth on containers. Used to try and get a wee run with him on a Friday night after school in the ERF EC11. Loved that too. My dad was one of the Old School drivers who probably has taught me more than any instructor or DCPC trainer ever will.
As much as I love driving trucks today, somehow it all seemed so much better sat in the passenger seat of my dad’s truck during the school holidays!!! 
i let my kids have a drive of the unit on my local pub car park. they love it.
when i had my tippers many years ago, they wouldn’t go to pre school in the car with their mum. i took them in the truck, and if she wasn’t about, then he steered. i knew she knew, but it was our secret.
the police have spotted me and the kids in the past and laughed, but i think they’d have me shot at dawn nowadays. but i’d chance i’ll chance it when i have grandchildren. lifes too short.
one of the best forklift drivers i’ve ever seen was in his school uniform, he tipped 24 pallets of spuds in no time. his dad wasn’t up.
that was in ireland.
mutley:
Took my dad out with me for a few hours a while back, he’s been retired 11 years now and I don’t think he misses it one bit
would you do it again?
or did you get:
you’re doing it all wrong.
wasn’t like that in my day.
what’s up with ya? you take after your mother.
don’t ride the clutch.
clutches. you don’t know ya born.
My dad was the local coalman
I used to move the truck between the houses,that was the days when every house had a bag.
I was only 10 at the time,
Always used to go home as black as the coal.
Then i used to go with my mate on the continent,i remember driving from calais down to charles de galle services,
This was day time,he was snoozing on the bed and i was 18 at the time,
Happy days
i once travelled to south wales with my dad in his works van.although that does`nt sound particularly interesting,i remember it vividly,as we were travelling in one of the very first “bull nose” ford transits to hit the road
Used to go with my dad back in the 80’s when he was an owner driver working for David Johnson marketing he used to deliver produce mainly potatoes to tesco and safeway stores around London ( no RDC then ) although I do remember places like finefiar, express dairies and unigate I wasn’t very old back then and I remember having to get up at 2 or 3 in the morning then sleeping all the way down the A1 across the passenger seat and engine hump (Mercedes 1617) never went wrong not like the dodge it replaced
One Saturday morning I was out with my dad when I was about 6. We got pulled in to a police checkpoint on London bridge. This was in the 80s at the height of the IRA troubles anyway on checking my dad out it turned out he had a warrant out for his arrest and we ended up getting carted off to bishopsgate nick where they had him in the cells and me in the canteen until my mum came and got me.
Probally be different now I’d probaly end up in care.
I started going for runs with my Dad when he worked for Slater’s Transport, in an old Foden S80, usually taking GM parts from Harwich Navyard to Vauxhall at Luton, and back again (would have been mid-70s or so). When that finished, he started for a local company, initially on UK runs, in s Scania 111, then doing a weekly groupage run between Rotterdam & Sheffield, which then developed into Germany - Sheffield in a 141. I spent as many school holidays as I could in the passenger seat (and one sphincter-tightening moment in the driving seat at BB Transporte in Krefeld when I was 9!).
I called in at the old BB yard in Krefeld earlier this year, when I went through on holiday - seemed a lot smaller than I remembered, and also very derelict-looking. The part where I went for a drive is now a new road, leading through to a car park - they always say never go back, you’ll be disappointed!
Gary
kr79:
One Saturday morning I was out with my dad when I was about 6. We got pulled in to a police checkpoint on London bridge. This was in the 80s at the height of the IRA troubles anyway on checking my dad out it turned out he had a warrant out for his arrest and we ended up getting carted off to bishopsgate nick where they had him in the cells and me in the canteen until my mum came and got me.
Probally be different now I’d probaly end up in care.
lol what had he done?
damoq:
Used to go out with my dad as much as I could during the school holidays. He only done local tipper work and he drove an old 8 wheeler Volvo F731. I used to control the tipper body while tipping at sites.(Certainly wouldn’t be alowed these days) It was a great feeling and still something which brings back good memories.As much as I love driving trucks today, somehow it all seemed so much better sat in the passenger seat of my dad’s truck during the school holidays!!!
Likewise, I still fondly remember my dads old Leyland Constructor 24.23, great times.
Deeireland:
Does any one remember the jcb song about a young lad with his da in the jcb.
Just got me thinking .i had some great times with me da in his truck,helping him fix things,winding down the legs,pulling the pin,tilting the cab with him on a wild winter night,spotting the phone boxes,driving the truck and him trusting you to do that,what a feelling.
Any thoughts .
Dee.
Same for me, I started going out with the old man as soon as I was out of nappies and only stopped when I was a teenager with fingers that smelled like I’d been eating Scampi Fries 
mrx:
kr79:
One Saturday morning I was out with my dad when I was about 6. We got pulled in to a police checkpoint on London bridge. This was in the 80s at the height of the IRA troubles anyway on checking my dad out it turned out he had a warrant out for his arrest and we ended up getting carted off to bishopsgate nick where they had him in the cells and me in the canteen until my mum came and got me.
Probally be different now I’d probaly end up in care.lol what had he done?
Think it was for unpaid fines. Il have to ask him when I speak to him.
i too went with the old man thats where i learnt to rope and sheet,hand balling 20t of seed tatties on a flat bed strawing them down double sheet and fly sheet,wish id stayed at home