Re: preston wildcats and lytham vagabonds(jem booth)
Posted: Sat Feb 14, 2009 1:14 am
the company was "YORK TRAILERS."............who made trailers for waggons/lorrys/articks etc.
these mud flaps were fitted to them......................
and the only way you could get one ,was to sneek up to your local lorry park in the dead of night with a big hacksaw and perloigne one for youself.........at the time ,it was considered an achievement worthy of praise....and a real status symbol to have one..........
in fact a badge of honor............in hind sight of course.........i was just a silly 17 year old,under peer presure............ 
I remember this experience very well..............indeed..........
half way through cutting mine off the "doner" wagon......(which had already taken me a 1/2 hour..........cos the rubber was so thick.........and my hacksaw blunt)......., I heard the cab door open .....and the driver get out............
so i hid behind the rear wheel............i was sure that he had maybe heard me and was coming to investigate..................
my heart was pumping........i was terrified............
i remember thinking .......should i run for it ,or just hide and hope for the best............
i chose to hide..........
the driver came down to my rear wheel...........
i could see his legs as i looked from behind the tyres...........
had he spotted the half cut off mud flap............?
and OH my god............the hacksaw.......that i,d dropped.........just under the back wheel...................
there was a pause.............i wasnt sure what to do.........should i reach out and retrieve hacksaw or not...............?
but before i knew it ............
he was taking a p155 all over me.....................
when he,d finished...........and shaken it off.....he went back and got into his cab again.......
and so i ressumed the cutting...........but with a re newed vitallity driven by the thought of getting home sooner and into the shower...................
these mud flaps were fitted to them......................
and the only way you could get one ,was to sneek up to your local lorry park in the dead of night with a big hacksaw and perloigne one for youself.........at the time ,it was considered an achievement worthy of praise....and a real status symbol to have one..........
in fact a badge of honor............in hind sight of course.........i was just a silly 17 year old,under peer presure............ I remember this experience very well..............indeed..........
half way through cutting mine off the "doner" wagon......(which had already taken me a 1/2 hour..........cos the rubber was so thick.........and my hacksaw blunt)......., I heard the cab door open .....and the driver get out............
so i hid behind the rear wheel............i was sure that he had maybe heard me and was coming to investigate..................
my heart was pumping........i was terrified............
i remember thinking .......should i run for it ,or just hide and hope for the best............
i chose to hide..........
the driver came down to my rear wheel...........
i could see his legs as i looked from behind the tyres...........
had he spotted the half cut off mud flap............?
and OH my god............the hacksaw.......that i,d dropped.........just under the back wheel...................
there was a pause.............i wasnt sure what to do.........should i reach out and retrieve hacksaw or not...............?
but before i knew it ............
he was taking a p155 all over me.....................
when he,d finished...........and shaken it off.....he went back and got into his cab again.......
and so i ressumed the cutting...........but with a re newed vitallity driven by the thought of getting home sooner and into the shower...................