Re-awakening this old thread as I mentioned on Bewicks about repairs done on the road to get you, and the gaffer, out of lumber and it started me thinking about the camaraderie that tipper drivers had, despite what other truckers think!
One example, I was driving a Foden six wheeler for a local two lorry firm and left Ballidon quarry with a load of tarmac bound for Church Broughton about twenty miles away. Another OD, Maurice Wheeldon, was following me but he was going further afield. Anyway as we approached Ashbourne Maurice said over the CB " I think I have a brake binding as I can smell it, I will sort it when I get to the job" and on we went chatting away. Across Darley Moor he reckoned the smell was getting worse, I couldn’t detect anything though so on we went. Dropping into Cubley Stoop at the old Howard Arms PH (where Roy Wood from The Move and Wizzard lives) my steering started wobbling violently, it was MY brake Maurice was smelling! I pulled into the long layby there and Maurice followed me in, my nearside front brake was red hot. Now, what to do? I had a few old bed spanners that were in the truck when I got it and I did have a wheelbrace. Maurice said; “Stevie Dunn (RIP Stevie mate) isn’t far behind, I will shout him on the CB as he has a jack” and Stevie arrived a few minutes later and left us his jack. He went, we jacked the axle up and the wheel bearing was totally knackered. I told Maurice to go, he couldn’t do anymore, but he insisted on staying. We managed to get the wheel and hub off, I phoned my gaffer who was in the area on his way back empty and he arrived. Still Maurice stayed until I insisted he went, several trucks had got in front of him already, and he grudgingly left. Eric (my gaffer) spotted Bob King, one of Dales Transport of Parwich’s drivers who had an all Foden fleet, heading back to the quarry and shouted Bob on the CB to call at their yard and bring some bearings, seal, linings and grease out to us and an hour or so later the parts arrived along with rag and hand cleaner. Everything was replaced and on I went, only one truck got in front of me in the queue so no loads lost!
Another time I was first in the queue tipping stone at the Coleshill end of the M6 toll road, several trucks behind me. Dozer driver arrives; “Tip yours over here driver, it’s a soft spot, I will watch you” and he watched me reverse and he watched the lorry sink!! Great, all those behind me he tipped elsewhere and then started levelling their loads, ignoring me. Then they all went, nothing they could do anyway. Then along comes Maurice Wheeldon (yes, him again!) and says did I want a pull. Well he tried but to no avail, I was stuck fast so I told him to go. “No way, I’m staying with you until you are free” he said. After half an hour the dozer driver came and pulled me out and I told Maurice to get gone while I cleaned the ■■■■ from the wheels. Again he stayed, and followed me all the way back incase any unseen damage had occoured.
So not all tipper drivers are the ‘scum of the highway’ portrayed in the press and in the so called ‘Professional’ section of this forum, there must still be some decent lads around and I was lucky enough to work with many in the past.
Pete.