Two Weeks Under My Belt.

The last two weeks have flown by and I've enjoyed every minute of being back on the road.
I really haven't cared what I've been given.
Today I had a 45 between Ilkley and Skipton. Made myself a coffee and had a little doze in the sunshine. Perfect!
Even the VOSA crew who had set up camp outside Skipton Golf Club waved me on, when for a second I thought they were going to pull me over. Cheers chaps.

The only thing that has come close to pissing me off is quite a few car drivers on the motorway who insist on doing just over 50. I know fuel costs an arm and a leg at the moment but come on. Why buy a Merc if you can't afford to run it? Still, to give them credit, most have been flashing trucks back in and not just sitting alongside your rear wheels as many like to do. Damn. I keep reverting to 'Moaning Trucker' mode. I'm trying not to whinge but it's hard :-)

'The Beast' (aka MV54 CDZ) is still chugging along. I'm sure the Turbo is going to explode soon but for now it's still plodding along. I've started to clear the 8 months of grease from the catwalk and body but it's a long and messy job. Some might see this as a little OTT seeing as it's a fleet motor but who cares? I'm not going overboard and getting out the polish every time I stop, just a little TLC.

Roll on Monday and a quick blast down the M1 for a delivery to Leighton Buzzard then back to the yard for a local to Rotherham. International Trucker!