For anyone bored with it getting too technical - a Gardner journey I actually can remember, since I am bored sitting at home doing invoices.
A 5 LW powered Atkinson 16tonner with a very nice David Brown 5 speed box and an Eaton air-operated (blow your wig off) two speed axle. What wasn’t so nice was the contortion needed to get the left leg onto the clutch pedal. Nor was the air seat that good either, it seemed either you had to pump it up so hard that you couldn’t see out under the header rail, or with less pressure every time you fit a bump up you went, and crash down it came as it bottomed out.
Left Goudhurst at about 2 -2.30am with a 10 ton load of concrete sections of a building destined for Horton near Port Eynon on the Gower peninsula. I can’t remember the year, but it was late autumn so I had my ex Navy greatcoat, purchased from Milletts with me which was on to begin with. The downhill section of the A21 past Tonbridge was the first opportunity to get into 5th high so that was the first time we got past the dizzy heights of 35 mph. London was a pain with so many of the traffic lights going red when there was nothing much about at 4 am.Which meant I had to start all over again from 2nd low. On top of that the embankment was shut so it was up to Vistoria and down the Cromwell road.
We struggled up to Membury, to the accompaniment of a little warmth from the heater and plenty of bongo drums and then on along the switchback, breathing in all the fumes from the oil burners as they over ran down the banks, to Leigh Delamare where I stopped for a break. I always chose this one loaded because the getaway was flat, just like the Blue Boar was somewhere to avoid for the opposite reason.
Over the bridge and into Wales for the first time, where the morning traffic was picking up on a bright sunny day. Other than the number of wagons coming the other way loaded with steel I can’t recall much until I got to Swansea. What I can remember clearly is seeing a signpost telling me it was 22 miles to go. That was a joke, it took forever down narrow twisty roads with a gear change every few seconds it seemed.
The Quad was already there and the gang were wondering where I had got to, having expected me at 8, but, with an “oh if we’d realised it was that old thing we’d have had an extra hour in bed” and a bit of moving around the site the concrete was off. Finished the flask and sarnies and off to find a phone box. I rang Silver Roadways and got given a return load from the plate works a Velindre. Consulting the little red book revealed digs in Swansea and parking on a bit of waste ground in the middle of a road junction.
Day two: I got clear of Swansea reloaded by mid morning and back along the M4 in the rain,constantly wiping the mist away from inside the windows and mildly amused by the occasional puffs of steam as the raindrops sizzled on the top of the radiator.
And there it stops, because I can’t remember where the load went.