Mini Mad Max":2trn3egv said:
I'll be in after 6pm if you're still down by then ;D
dont even go there sir max lol
left work at 5am,loaded. got to 9 miles from destination and had to take tacho break,after which,on a check of truck,i discovered a rear puncture. asked a lass at the roadside what town i was in(found out later the tomtom coulda told me)and was met with blank stares,so the bold me,thinkin she maybe polish or summit,talks to her very slowly whilst handin her a map.job done,seems i was talkin too fast.....message sent,location etc passed to tyre company. after an hour-odds,tyre guy turns up with mayo on his lips(never a good sign),informing me that he was hoping to get an extended lunch break until he got the job and didnt speak a word of scotenglish,found that puncture caused by half a housebrick wedged between tyres. obviously,it had eaten into one and damaged the wall of the other,so had to wait on another bloke bringin another tyre. got both fitted,bobs yer uncle,good to go....then heard air escapin. informed said nottinghamcestershire bloke who diagnosed a faulty valve thing but had to remove the wheels again,remove a tyre,then refit along with valve housing thing. all this and im parked in a bus layby with traffic wardens circling like vultures in a not too desirable area,sure that i could hear banjo's playin in the distance along with the distant sound of shotguns blasting and getting the odd whiff of cordite.where the 'in-thing' in home improvement was either metal sheet or marine-ply curtains.it gets worse....considering i've got lord fontelroy's(made up name)roller on the bed and having been duly informed by said tyre fitter that he was surprised the natives hadnt swiped the alloys off it while i was sat there! work then called to say i had to take the tyres back to base with me,but on asking,couldnt furnish me with a reply as to where to put them,cause they sure as thingmy werent going in my cab and with a roller on,there was no room on the lorry bed. so,moved car back,popped the tyres in front,behind the flyer and got on the road again.....after about 4hours in that bloody lay-by..... went about a mile followin the posh lady from radio four on the tom tom only to find a main road closed for resurfacing. and could i find an alternative route? yes,after much faffing about/swearing etc at tom tom.anyway,8miles later,arrived at destination and duly unloaded the chaps car to his local garage which was also a barn on a farm. asked the guy for a shot of his bog and was pointed towards a wall outside,where incidentally,i found the probable source of the gun shots from earlier....a load of nutters banging sticks off things and wee burds gettin ther ar*es blasted off. weird,but hey ho. cleared the job on computer,started heading home and received a 'return to base message'....again,weird,as i was headin home,.....the return journey...had a woman kind of half overtake me and proceeded to return to MY lane whilst i was still using it....forcing me to either take evasive action and let her hear what a 107decibel train horn sounds like...or let her hit me. i chose the former,but only because i couldnt be bothered with the hassle of fillin in forms and taking pictures. anyway,its a recovery truck,i pick up wrecks,not help make them. said idiot woman then proceeded to give me the finger...for reasons unknown,as i had just saved her a loada hassle and a trip to a&e!! got trampin on,up the A1,popped in for fuel and yes,my fuel card was comin up as suspended or summit. after a few threats,or persuasively worded comments,the chap tried again and the transaction went through. unwise i know,but i had received a few funny texts,so proceeded to forward them to mates etc. i then received a threatening text from an 'irate boyfriend' for texting his lady with inappropriate smutty texts...he threatened me,i laughed,gave him cheek etc,unto which he called me,turned out to be a workmate having a laff(i hadnt text any femmes anyway) next came the call from the tyre company,informing me(after a lot of swearing etc)that the police would stop me for theft if i didnt return to the scene and pay for the tyres....much arguing ensued,told the guy to take his face for a sh*t...at which point he burst out laughing......another workmate withholding his number! by this point i was ready for anything,but with only 120 miles to go,i pulled into a layby at penrith,had 2hours kip then drove home....incident free.
so,max,i wasnt as far south as you on M6 and i didnt get home till after 11pm,but i'll bear it in mind for next time....IF there ever is a next time. ;D ;D
wasnt a big deal,used that old chestnut....'a big guy did it and ran away' ;D ;D
