How about a 'period' classics pictures thread
Discussion
RichB said:
Was going to say they were used on the M1 when it opened in the 60s but a quick Google says they were first used on the Preston Bypas sin 1959. 
They are quite different though (and have changed since)..did you see the TV programme about the lady that invented the now defunct motorway font (& signage)
2 sMoKiN bArReLs said:
RichB said:
Was going to say they were used on the M1 when it opened in the 60s but a quick Google says they were first used on the Preston Bypas sin 1959.
They are quite different though (and have changed since)..did you see the TV programme about the lady that invented the now defunct motorway font (& signage)http://www.newtransport.co.uk/ it's the same since the early 60s
RichB said:
2 sMoKiN bArReLs said:
RichB said:
Was going to say they were used on the M1 when it opened in the 60s but a quick Google says they were first used on the Preston Bypas sin 1959.
They are quite different though (and have changed since)..did you see the TV programme about the lady that invented the now defunct motorway font (& signage)http://www.newtransport.co.uk/ it's the same since the early 60sThey don't look like this anymore
austin said:
manorcom said:
While I am at it.....Here are some more 1960's images courtesy of The Birmingham Mail Nostalgia section thanks to Studley-based Brewin Books:
They are right about the beer!"What about "Beer is lovely"?
"BRILLIANT!"
As the Land Rover is the news item of the week, I thought I would share with you my own early Land Rover memory.
“Out of the mouth of babes” Some time around 1954 or 1955.
My dad had been a Warrant Officer in Bomber Command in WWII. He flew Lancasters, Wellingtons, Halifaxs and Stirlings. He used to remark on how cold it had been sitting in these cold planes with no heaters. Air crew used to wear long under wear; we now call Long Johns to keep them warm.
In the early 1950’s Dad got a job as a salesman for the construction equipment firm Benfords of Warwick. This involved travelling the country in a Series 1 Land Rover with a canvas top towing a trailer with either a cement mixer or a dumper on it. I used to think it was funny seeing him put on his Long Johns for his winter trips in the Landy. Well, one winters night with deep snow outside my dad arrived home late from a trip to Scotland. He told of his stop at a hospital on the way back because he was so cold and his hands and feet turning blue. A doctor had told him he was bordering on frostbite, and should be more careful. It was the first time I ever heard him swear. He said “A Landy with no heater is like flying a f***ing Lancaster in 1944”.
Fast forward to a winters day around 1954/5 with thick snow covering the ground. For some reason there was no school, mom was looking after her ill mother and I was to go to work in Warwick with my dad. At 6:30 am dad dressed me as warm as he could and I remember standing at the front door watching dad crank start the Landy. Bundled in we set off. I used to love the trip to Warwick because we got to go through the ford in Kenilworth which I thought was magic. A car driving through a river! Well that trip was as cold as I can ever remember being. When we arrived I was crying with the cold. I was led up to a flaming brazier to get warm. Dad disappeared to unload the trailer. Still very cold I was aware of a chap saying “What’s wrong son?” to which I replied [yes, you’ve guessed] something like…..” Sob, sob, I think I have caught frostbite. Sob, sob. My dad says that a Landy with no heater is like flying a f***ing Lancaster in 1944!”
That man was George Iseby the boss of Benfords. Embarrassed at the reality of the situation he immediately sent a van off to get a heater. It was fitted that afternoon and I remember being somewhat warmer on the trip home. Dad wasn’t told about that conversation until some weeks later at a sales meeting. Being too late to chastise me for swearing, I wasn’t told about it until some years later. But he was always grateful.
“Out of the mouth of babes” Some time around 1954 or 1955.
My dad had been a Warrant Officer in Bomber Command in WWII. He flew Lancasters, Wellingtons, Halifaxs and Stirlings. He used to remark on how cold it had been sitting in these cold planes with no heaters. Air crew used to wear long under wear; we now call Long Johns to keep them warm.
In the early 1950’s Dad got a job as a salesman for the construction equipment firm Benfords of Warwick. This involved travelling the country in a Series 1 Land Rover with a canvas top towing a trailer with either a cement mixer or a dumper on it. I used to think it was funny seeing him put on his Long Johns for his winter trips in the Landy. Well, one winters night with deep snow outside my dad arrived home late from a trip to Scotland. He told of his stop at a hospital on the way back because he was so cold and his hands and feet turning blue. A doctor had told him he was bordering on frostbite, and should be more careful. It was the first time I ever heard him swear. He said “A Landy with no heater is like flying a f***ing Lancaster in 1944”.
Fast forward to a winters day around 1954/5 with thick snow covering the ground. For some reason there was no school, mom was looking after her ill mother and I was to go to work in Warwick with my dad. At 6:30 am dad dressed me as warm as he could and I remember standing at the front door watching dad crank start the Landy. Bundled in we set off. I used to love the trip to Warwick because we got to go through the ford in Kenilworth which I thought was magic. A car driving through a river! Well that trip was as cold as I can ever remember being. When we arrived I was crying with the cold. I was led up to a flaming brazier to get warm. Dad disappeared to unload the trailer. Still very cold I was aware of a chap saying “What’s wrong son?” to which I replied [yes, you’ve guessed] something like…..” Sob, sob, I think I have caught frostbite. Sob, sob. My dad says that a Landy with no heater is like flying a f***ing Lancaster in 1944!”
That man was George Iseby the boss of Benfords. Embarrassed at the reality of the situation he immediately sent a van off to get a heater. It was fitted that afternoon and I remember being somewhat warmer on the trip home. Dad wasn’t told about that conversation until some weeks later at a sales meeting. Being too late to chastise me for swearing, I wasn’t told about it until some years later. But he was always grateful.
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