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I can recall arriving in Glasgow feeling well tired (no tachographs in them days) and the lighrt was fading fast. Had'nt a clue where i was, found a place to park that looked reasonable and got down to a bit of kip in the cab. I was awakened by banging on the cab door by a not to friendly gentleman of the local constabulary. "are you effing mad jimmy"?
Get it shifted NOW! I enquired as to where i should go to be safe. "Follow me" he said so i fired it up and followed him. When he stopped thats where I parked up for the night, But, not before recieving a lecture about Wheel and Diesel thieves operating in the area i had chosen in the first place. Well, I guess we all had to learn in the begining. Not sure he should have doubted my pedigree though
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