Bobby was a litle guy, 5'2" and about 6 stone wet

but he had a good heart, couldn't drive a nail but could make the old 66 ERF dance, all you could see of him was half a head above the wheel, he was so skinny if he turned side on you could hardly see him, cast next to no shadow at noon
He took a couple of days compassionate leave one week and turned up with a huge black eye when he came back
We all knew he had a bit of a small man's temper but someone had to ask how and why
Appears his new cooks girlfriend had just been dumped after 15 yrs of marriage - he came home friday night per norm and saturday morning came out with ' I don't love you no more' and was packed and gone by noon
anyhow Bobby's new cook was actually a mates wife Bobby had stolen a couple of yrs before, and by this time the relationship had the normal long periods of boredom, Shelly ( not real name) was a little put out by the treatment the girlfriend had got and kept asking Bobby ' Do you love me . still
Bobby kept replying' course I do you silly bint'
Come the next Saturday Shelly is still asking and Bobby's getting a bit hacked off by it, come 10 pm and he's chocka, coming to gravy stroke and she out with it again " but do you still love me Bobby
Ever the gentleman, Bobby replys 'I'm tupping ya aren't I'
With a quick flick of an ample left forearm she lifted him off her body and delivered a honey of a right stab - right in his eye
Bobby then told us he was so far gone all he could do was roll off and come on his own leg while his face was in agony

skin1235 delete it while you can, coz I can amost guarantee, some one's going to report it and you'll probably get sent on holiday.

but he had a good heart, couldn't drive a nail but could make the old 66 ERF dance, all you could see of him was half a head above the wheel, he was so skinny if he turned side on you could hardly see him, cast next to no shadow at noon
He took a couple of days compassionate leave one week and turned up with a huge black eye when he came back
We all knew he had a bit of a small man's temper but someone had to ask how and why
Appears his new cooks girlfriend had just been dumped after 15 yrs of marriage - he came home friday night per norm and saturday morning came out with ' I don't love you no more' and was packed and gone by noon
anyhow Bobby's new cook was actually a mates wife Bobby had stolen a couple of yrs before, and by this time the relationship had the normal long periods of boredom, Shelly ( not real name) was a little put out by the treatment the girlfriend had got and kept asking Bobby ' Do you love me . still
Bobby kept replying' course I do you silly bint'
Come the next Saturday Shelly is still asking and Bobby's getting a bit hacked off by it, come 10 pm and he's chocka, coming to gravy stroke and she out with it again " but do you still love me Bobby
Ever the gentleman, Bobby replys 'I'm tupping ya aren't I'
With a quick flick of an ample left forearm she lifted him off her body and delivered a honey of a right stab - right in his eye
Bobby then told us he was so far gone all he could do was roll off and come on his own leg while his face was in agony

Haha yeah delete it

haha, you guys braver than I am. I been chat banned for way less.

but now to the motoring connection, Bobby drove a milk Tanker out of TeRehunga, by seniority and skill he'd worked his way up to driving the queen, an old 66 ERF, 250 cummins N/A, she had a M km on the frame and 600k on the engine, started out life as a logger (tractor)
Was the biggest motor in the fleet at the time, Bobby used to leave Dannevirke at 3.30am every day heading for Tutira with a twin axle semi and a 4 axle trailer behind that, full up he could take 43 tonne, and often did - this was back when 40 tonne was max load
Came a time they were doing up the 'elbow', the big hill climbing up and over the Tutira hills, Bobby rolls on up and at one of the steeper bits is on shellrock and the lollipop man waves him to stop = Bobby yells out 'not fkn likely , I'm empty and if I stop will be stopped for good' and carries on, weaves his way past a grader and a dumpster laying even more loose shellrock, dodges a few cars coming the other way and cops a few shaking fingers and fists from the MOW lads, up tot he top, through the tunnel and down the other side, about 3 km of shellrock surface
Coming back fully laden they were waiting for him, he was in creeper, fully choka, holding about 1600 revs and easin' on up, the lollipop man stepped in front and bashed the windscreen, Bobby kept rolling, about 8 km p hr, lollipop man steps backward quickly but the grade driver had seen his effort so parked the grader across the road
Bobby jacknifed the trailer across the road as well, threw the locks on and stepped out, their grins got wider - Bobby was little fella, easy meat for those guys, but he never said a word, just started walking to the top
He knew there was an emergency phone up by the tunnel
He rang me to tell me I'd need at least one driveshaft and possible two and he'd wait for me at the tunnel, took me near an hour and half to get there, traffic backed up almost to Whirinaki, cops all over the place, and expecting me, waved through on the right hand side to the top
Theres Bobby and a dozen cops, in heated discussion, him still refusing to go back and move the truck until I got there - so we head on down - MOW have a grader and a chain or tow to the chassis ready to tow it off but waiting, Bobby climbs in, fires her up, waits about 10 minutes to warm her up, selects low low, diff locks in, and stalls immediately - he's over 40 tonne
tries again, same, tries again with more revs, four drivers started spinning, the grooves where at least 8 inches deep, and as the trailer came round in behind the front driveshaft twisted off like a raw carrot

took six hours, 2 graders, and a couple of houghs to get him off that hill, parked at the top and made another driveshaft to get him home

opps sorry guys, too late to delete from this end, took too long to type the next page

opps sorry guys, too late to delete from this end, took too long to type the next page

actual true story too, have more

no need to apolgise to me, cool story. Happen to listen to more even.
Was just trying to save you some grief from the fun police.
personall if it were me I would ring trademe and ask them to remove your first post. Might save you some grief. Your call.
:-)

Awsm.More please!

on another trip home Bobby was stuck behind a falcon doing absolutely 98 km/p/hr, tucked in too late behind the coon as the coon came out of highway 50 about 200 mts ahead of him, full head of steam, full tanks and no speed limiters in those days
Up over the crest hard on the bumper, and nobody coming for the next 2 km, Bobby drops one gear and runs the governor, pulling near 2100 slips her into top and by then is alongside, keeps the pedal down and 'slides back in front like a glove ' ( he reckons ) keeps on truckin,
Pulls up at the pumps ( always fill a hot tank before washing the truck - less condensation sucked into the tanks and the silos were all busy), he's got the fuel running and walks down to the back to refill the petrol for the Briggs and Strattons we used as pumps, as he rounds the end of the trailer the coon pulls up right beside him, and the managing director asks for his keys ( non too politely mind)
Appears that as he passed the coon he was in fact doing nearer 120km/p/hr, and the MD could see daylight under the tyres of the trailer as she rocked side to side, Bobby reackons there a rough spot on the road there that could have got her started rockin, but he never noticed in the mirrors, he was too busy watchin the coon

this one is one of my own, many years after parting company with Bobby and the others in Dannevirke
A local guy asked me to take his T- line over to Taupo and pick up a few bundles of posts, deer posts, had a long twin axle trailer behind it, so long it had a bow in the middle
Got to Taupo and these posts he'd ordered had only just come out of the press, still steaming, loaded the deck and dropped a couple on each end of the trailer and two in the middle, the took those two off again, the bow had become a major sag
Looked good so strapped and chained them all down and headed for home
seemed to pull okay and running late so at Turangi I turned right instead of going way up around the loop and figured she'd take the big hill, lots of gears in the old girl
If you know that hill, it gets steeper the higher you go, and just when you can see the top it gets even steeper
Cummins 250's are good engines, they'll pull like a schoolboy from about 1100 revs through to about 1900, but they also die if you have it hard in and they drop below 1000
as we got to that top rise my daughter was sitting in the open doorway, I was pushing with my left boot, the right was on the sill, door open, the rev counter was flickering about 950 to 1000 and there were no gears left, kinda figured the brakes wouldn't save her if it stalled
But we made it over the top, huge sighs all round, rolled on home,
the load was still dripping the next morning and weighed in at 52 tonne
He wouldn't let me drive it after that