Level 42 Something About You on the radio, DAF 2800 motor rumbling along at around 60 mph +, on a deserted night time 1980’s M1, is one of the memories I’ll always keep of the job.
My Level 42 cassette ended up out of the window after becoming unplayable.
I left it, with about 6 others, in a case right next to the night heater outlet, and they ended up in the shape of bananas.
That was also a 2800 DAF by coincidence.
C’mon chaps…and especially chap esses, we are getting off thread here, where are these movie star type pics?
I’m sticking at what I’ve posted.Either of the Dukes of Hazard take your pick tidying up the Kraut General Lee of Surrey v Boss Hogg.
Me and some mates did a stag do there earlier this year and saw a great tribute band at The Cavern. That whole street is brilliant for live music.
Goff119, in your posts you come across as a lot older than 19 
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Hang on a minute, it was mug shots earlier! If you want movie star pics I’ll need some time to prepare, and find a Scania to go in the background 
Nah don’t bother with the Scania, I’m well past the stage of getting excited looking at pics of trucks.
I’m sure you are glamourous enough on your own anyway.
(I tried to keep that as appropriate and non pervy as possible.
Did I succed ?
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What do you reckon? You wouldn’t know where to start. 
Dalreoch Primary School (Dumbarton), 1967. Front row, 3rd from right, the only sassenach in school - I’ve still got those ears and knees.
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That brings back some awful memories of changing wheels myself, maybe even in the pi55ing rain on a hard shoulder…as we all used to.
Pleased we dont do all that sh anymore over here.
Got to pick you up though, you have not done a proper H&S risk assesment in that pic.
Shorts & Flips ?
tut tut.
Also you should be wearing hi viz, and possiblly a hard hat.
I’ve seen better legs stood in a nest.
P.S. in my earlier post (fat, bald, etc) I forgot to mention, I still have all my own teeth.
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You sound like a good catch for somebody mate .
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Nah, I’m spoken for, married 64 years ago and she was bloody lucky to get me as I often remind her. When I DO remind her her language when she replies is appalling. I know I’m an ounce or two overweight and I now who my father was, there’s no need for the ‘fat b*stard’ bit.
Aye, I keep telling my Mrs she is ‘punching’, and that meeting me was like winning the lottery … but she has the ability to swear at me in a foreign language, so I aint sure what she’s saying…
I wasn’t changing them, someone else had done that a couple of hundred back before I left. I was just checking they were tight. Spider wheels settle more than discs.
The footwear and clobber is de rigueur when I’ve got two and a half days driving, before the first drop.
Rest assured it was not what I wore when reloading hanging pigs.
A bonus shot of body beautiful.
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My good looking mug was on here when i joined. It’s gone now as I deleted loads of post in a hissy fit.
Spider wheels?
I’m assuming you mean the types on early Fiats…like spokes?
I fell foul of one of those basts almost coming off, in my inexperienced days.
Spent a whole day at the Fiat dealership in Walsall (the name is burnt on my brain…Ackers & Jarret if anybody local to it is reading this)
I was compensated with a bloody good night around the (some dodgy) bars in Walsall with a couple of the young lads there of same age ,.and then back to the truck they had pulled out for me to sleep in.
A useless bit of info but excuse me while I ramble on and reminisce.
Yeah I also used to virtually live in shorts and flips, …but probably not in as long a haul as you lads do.
Btw In the spirit of the photo/mugshot thread, I looked like this at that time
