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I knew some of the ACH drivers by sight, from running to Italy myself. As usual didn't know any names. Just, maybe, sometimes you would learn a C.B. "handle".
We weren't allowed to run bent. We were always legal(ish). One time, cleaing customs at Congorezzo the driver (not ACH) was out of hours at the same time as me but, I parked up and he didn't. He tipped his groupage, in Milan, that night. He then drove to his 1st "on wheels" delivery.
The next time I saw him, he had been back to their yard, in the North-West of England (tipped & reloaded) and was on his way back south. We waved at each other, somewhere between Calais and Paris. I was still heading home from my trip and he was on his 2nd.
I later heard that he'd come to greif on the Blanc. Went straight on, when he should've followed the curve of the road. Tis a long way to the bottom.
I've a few more tales from those days. Possibly, the best days of my working life.
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