Fergie47:
Lawrence Dunbar:
This was heavy haulage in my younger days, My Grandad drove this Scammell & I had many a ride in it as a young lad, I enjoyed every minute of my travels with him. He was King Of The Road in my book, Of course he started his haulage career driving Steam Traction Engines on long distant work, Regards Larry.
They were the days Larry, before health and safety.
Lived next to a company that had several lorries, collecting from growers and from the veg and fruit markets around our area.
During the school holidays I use to stand by our back gate which backed on to their yard and “hitch a lift” for a day outwith the drivers, great when you’re a young lad.
Later when I started driving both in the UK and abroad I use to take friends, family, girl friends, and eventually children with me during their holidays, never had a problem delivering anywhere or with the various firms I worked for.
I wonder if the restrictions today are what’s effecting the industry’s drivers shortage, I knew at 8 by going out on the wagons, that I’d be a driver, I know I’m not the only one either, most of us older driver had a simular experiences which got us into the business, you included I bet …
It’s a shame it all stopped, I can rember taking my daughter to France when she was about 8 or 9, how excited she was, going on the boat, into the les routiers ( where she was spoilt by the staff) and tucking her up on the top bunk at night, for her it was such an adventure and beat having to stay at home…and they never forget those trips either. 
A different world. It would be early 50s and my late brother, 4 years younger than me, noticed as I did a lorry broken down on the opposite side of the road. We both crossed over (before the by-pass, it was the very busy A 52 between Derby and Nottingham) to talk to the driver who was sitting on the grass waiting for the rescue that he had obviously phoned for from a neighbour.
My brother was always the chatty one, I was a bit more reserved but we were both entranced by the vehicle. Eventually his repair done he was ready to set off. He sent us both back across the road with a request that my Dad would let my brother travel with him to his destination, he would be back by tea time he said. My brother was over the moon, and I was despondant, but the driver obviously preferred the chatty one of the two.
Can you imagine it? 2 young lads (me about 10 John 6), allowed to cross such a road (I used to walk along it for a mile to school, no pavement just a grassy track between kerb and ditch) and then one of them go off with a strange man in mucky green overalls without even a personal interview.
My only consolation, but years later when I started driving my own lorries, was that driver wouldn’t have heard a word my chatty brother said over the racket of that Gardner in between them.

Oh, and btw, don’t know where they went, but John was still home safe in time for tea. Couldn’t shut him up about it
. Could have done with a Gardner myself at that point.

Many years later, on heavy haulage for Econofreight, they were always struggling for casual 2nd men on abnormal loads, and we were instructed to find our own. My 12 year old son often fulfilled that role and the police, who always were the escorts in those days, never said a word. 