Hi Mark, I remember that first trip as if it was yesterday and always looked forward to bumping into you. Graham.
CRACK ON TO MACON:
newmercman:
Now here’s a snap to stir up a few memories, I bumped into an MSI driver in Vercelli customs, clearing my first Italian export load, what a result I thought, someone to show me the way home! Oh no, just my luck, he was on his first trip too & thinking the same as me Well we followed the big blue line to Calais & apart from going the wrong way around Paris we did ok, I bumped into him (Graham) many times over the years & always ended up slightly pickled After that first trip I bumped into many of the drivers posting on here & from them I learned how to the job the right way, mind you most of them got me drunk too, the swines
The Unitruk F16, if it’s F160 ■■■ also features in the movie in my mind, I bought that off Scantrucks in 94, it was a right flying machine, it suited the Italian Job too coz it also drank like a fish, Roy Oils made more than me out of that motor, I ended up selling it for 5 grand more than I paid for it & bought a 190-48 Turbostar from McKellar that was a lot better on diesel (shows how bad that Volvo was)
Happy days, if I could turn back the clock…
Glad to see the thread back again, found some old pics to post, just got to work out this scanning lark
yes mate that’s f160 ■■■ ok yer right it went like muck off a shovel never went much on em me self liked me scania
but how thing’s change try and take my volvo off me now
Hi Bob i thought you,d like the spare tyre bit. My self i would have lifted the load then the floor but thats just me thinking too much. I just found a VVA site near me and i may be able to get you a T shirt VVA Angeles Philippines. I,m back in May and hope to see George in Sittingbourne, so might be able to meet up. I will ask if they do a xxxxxxxl for me and a small for you
Regards Alan
Hello lads & I will tell you a story that may make you chuckle, or shake your head in despair
It is true & not one of the many myths as I was there, in fact I was driving the bloody thing !
69/early 70’s (?) when you could get a buffalo on the newly introduced lease scheme, mate (acquaintance really) who put 2bob down and straight off down to get the sign-writing done.
Next stop to register his new company, oh! he had aspirations of greater things than just taking Fruit & Veg from the garden to Wolves every night so added International to the end of his name
Anyway he had managed to secure a valuable contract taking group-age down to Italy (so he said) and off he went to earn his fortune,
Sounded great when he returned and told us all about his great trip to foreign parts & just how long the Mt Blanc tunnel was as we visually tried to imagine the feat of engineering and compare it to the Rotherhithe tunnel that we knew so well. It has to be said at this stage though that I was not a lot brighter, a little maybe, but not a lot
It came to pass one eventful day that I was asked to take this stunning piece of British engineering crap (in hindsight) on a voyage into the unknown after backing the bloody thing onto the ferry at Dover with his business partner at the time.
Well we made it down to Congoretzo (sip) and spent our time listening to the tales of wisdom from the old hands, who told all and sundry about how easy it was at customs on the Cenis, so armed with this valuable snippet of information we left Prato full of optimism about avoiding showing our very suspect permit to the man in charge at the border.
A quick study of the map and we had the rascal in our sites (Cenis) and on approaching the weather looked to be turning quite nasty, so matey who fancied himself as a bit of a linguist said pull into this garage and I will check just what the weather is likely to be, came back and said that the man had said its quite foggy up there
Oh well that is nothing that we are not used to so the quicker we get stuck in the better (said I)
BTW this was just before, or just after Christmas
We made it to the Italian customs, don’t know how, but we did. Well all the bleeding lights light up as they assumed that the local mayor had just arrived, but no a couple of Muppet’s in a bleeding buffalo for christs sake !!!, anyway they took us inside the building a gave us a good hot coffee or two and found a lad that spoke English who explained that it would not be open for a few months yet so what were our plans ■■
Quick look at the map and I asked if the next place down was open called Geneve ?, yes that is open (he said)
Bugger that matey said I am not going down that route again, well I said I ain’t bleeding staying here to April and am leaving now, so with the help of a bleeding great snowcat we dragged the arse end of the trailer around and set off.
Yes we did make it over the Geneve in one piece & looking back now I have to chuckle about the general situation many off us undertook in those almost lawless days.