1975 at 11 years old, fell into the way of life by accident as a Saturday van boy. Loved the travel, the noise, the smell and the freedom.
The 80’s came along with my car licence and started driving 7.5 tonners, and thought I was the dogs danglies. Went everywhere and started to really fall in love with the job.
Along came the 90’s and the class 2 licence was here first, soon followed by the class 1 licence, and saying as I knew nothing else by this time, plodded on.
A big accident in February 2000 saw me change my perception of the job, and by now I started to dislike it. As time went on, I then became loathesome of it, and still do to this day and only see it as a means to an end.
Where I currently work is a lad that is self employed and he has just been given the keys to a 14 plate FH by the gaffer while both me and the other lad are running around in 12 year old similar models, but do you know, I couldn’t give 2 hoots, because it isn’t mine, and it isn’t my name on the O licence, so therefore I am not into the bling and shiney bits, and to be honest, never have been. As long as it is legal, and the heater and radio work, and it’s clean and tidy inside, then that is good enough for me. I have only ever been to 2 Truckfests, and the 2nd time was only because I got free tickets.
Never did Euro work, but would jump at the chance of 1 trip, just to say I had done it, but don’t think that will happen now.
At 53 though, I feel like I have wasted my life in the job, and if I had have followed my other dream, I would have been building top spec engines by now, had a better social life, (I still have a good one as I only work Monday to Friday on day runs.) and might not have nearly been killed 18 years ago.
Ken.