oiltreader:
London Hyde Park Corner with message on cab door negativity or truth! credit to Steve butler for the 2018 photo.
Oily
I wonder if it was the driver or the boss who wrote that. 
Maybe one and the same, but certainly not a DAF executive. 
toshboy:
0Can anyone give me any information on this one. all i know that it is a Proctor
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Well its a 1939/40 Reg if thats any help to you, Regards Larry.
toshboy:
Can anyone give me any information on this one. all i know that it is a Proctor
It looks like a Dennis to me. And it has a war-time headlamp filter. Although Proctor started as a haulier in the early '30s they didn’t build lorries till after the war, in the late '40s. These had very distinctive tin-front cabs with a long radiator grille. Powered by Perkins with Moss gearboxes I believe.
Toshboy wrote; Can anyone give me any information on this one. all I know that it is a Proctor.
As said it’s not a Proctor, too early, this is Herefordshire registered July 1939 to July 1942, so war period hence the blackout light and almost certainly a Dennis. At this period Dennis did fit those shiny wheel trims and which seemed to have gone after WWII as likely metal was still limited in availability for makers. Dennis did alter the radiator design a few times over the decades but I have seen them like this. Franky.
Scotts Bakery was the largest bread factory on Merseyside. It was on Dunnings Bridge Road, close to
where the M57 and M58 Motorways begin, not far from Aintree Racecourse. This group of men were
on strike at Scotts for reasons I am not aware of. Pictures from Bootle History Forum.
Ray.
2nd picture in that sequence is very evocative of the way things used to be in so many towns and villages before the motorway age.
I remember blowing empty milk bottles over with my Atki’s side facing exhaust in Buntingford on my way to Sainsbury’s, and splitting the ears of anyone on, the canyon like, Town St. Ilkeston with the racket of the Chrysler/■■■■■■■ engined Dodge I drove for Charlie Dormer.
Spardo:
2nd picture in that sequence is very evocative of the way things used to be in so many towns and villages before the motorway age.
I remember blowing empty milk bottles over with my Atki’s side facing exhaust in Buntingford on my way to Sainsbury’s, and splitting the ears of anyone on, the canyon like, Town St. Ilkeston with the racket of the Chrysler/■■■■■■■ engined Dodge I drove for Charlie Dormer.
Ironically the motorway system has been ground down to such a level, by artificially created delays and stoppages and slow speeds, that many places on any ‘alternative’ routes are in an even worse position now.
Oxshott for example often as not looks like that except vehicles are even wider.
Buzzer
