Tell us something really trivial about your life (vol 24)
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Scousefella said:
TheChampers said:
I would love to have a go driving a forklift, always have done since my parents took me to a "cash and carry" about forty years ago and there were blokes there spinning those things around with the "doorknob" on the steering wheel, with the back wheels steering; looked great fun
Never got to have a go, so far
Lazy Knob is the popular term - I have one on my steering wheel in my lorry. Very useful when reversing in tight spaces.Never got to have a go, so far
That's curious, it's the right latitude but the other side of Italy. In 1998 I went on the Italian Job Rally to Imola and one of the trips was out into bow and arrow country and we drove over a bridge just like that. Well scary. You have to judge your position by the walls on either side as you can't see much forward on the way up and just have to hope there's no one coming the other way.
GOG440 said:
I have one of those on my autotest car, its slightly less than pc name up here is a spaz handle
I really shouldn't but I have been watching Scent Of A Woman with Mrs Champers this evening, dated, contrived overblown, whatever, one of my favourite five minutes of cinema, ever, GO AL
http://youtu.be/UJ4HUD-wErc
iva cosworth said:
I too can drive a forklift.
Was told that there is no requirement to renew the licence at any time.
I'm on the list to do the license course, but they are willing/want me to have a Was told that there is no requirement to renew the licence at any time.
I have also been informed (rightly or wrongly) that the ticket only lasts 5 years.
ETA: it is a JCB diesel forklift with the extending hydraulic boom (mini load all) set up...
we also have a full size load all... they won't let me near that though ...
I am also now trained to drive the scissor lift (there's not much work in so they're letting me
Edited by Leafspring on Friday 24th October 23:38
Leafspring said:
I'm on the list to do the license course, but they are willing/want me to have a play practice first though...
Have they let you loose with one of these yet? This is my old one.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqUNa8to_nM
Leafspring said:
I'm on the list to do the license course, but they are willing/want me to have a play practice first though...
I have also been informed (rightly or wrongly) that the ticket only lasts 5 years.
This is true. You also have to refresher days during that period. I have also been informed (rightly or wrongly) that the ticket only lasts 5 years.
2 of the guys on our aircraft heritage work with heavy forklift kit in their day jobs, and often say what a nightmare of red tape and paperwork it is. We were looking at getting an old 5 tonne fork at our site, but the amount of testing needed for both machine and drivers soon put the kibosh on that given that we are a charity with very limited resources!
Leafspring said:
I'm on the list to do the license course, but they are willing/want me to have a play practice first though...
I have also been informed (rightly or wrongly) that the ticket only lasts 5 years.
I wasn't allowed on anything more exciting than the old Ford tractor when I worked at a local yard; the training consisted of the foreman asking me if I thought I could drive it. I said yes. We used it for all sorts, launching and recovering the rubberduck, shifting cradles, bin runs, opening and closing the shed doors(they were 'designed' to be openable by hand by an architect; I rest my case), digging gravel off the beach to use as hardcore with the bucket loader, and most excitingly as motive power for the mast derrick.I have also been informed (rightly or wrongly) that the ticket only lasts 5 years.
I was offered a go on the travel hoist, but it had an expensive boat in at the time so I chickened out.
I had a feeling I had told my forklift story before. At least once. The PH search is better than it was.
From Volume XV:
My forklift story dates from the 70s when I was working for Manpower as anything they wanted. They sent me to Black & Decker in Maidenhead to work in the warehouse where I advanced to forklift driver. Trouble was the permanent crew got the pick of everything and my forklift was the oldest and slowest. “Would you like to work on Saturday?” was a welcome enquiry and in we all went to move pallet size metal cages from one side of the site to the other. A shortcoming of the production line was components progressing through the factory in these cages with no efficient way of getting the empties back in work time. So every so often all the forklift operators went in at the weekend to shunt them all back to the start across the empty car parks. Jesus H. Christ it was boring, particularly on a very slow truck. Trundle, trundle, across the car park, pick up a stack of cages, trundle, trundle, right across the site to drop them off. Boring, boring, boring. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards then, on one run, I ran into a lamppost. The cages were in front and the lamppost was in my blind spot. Metal cages, cast iron forklift, lamppost. There was no give in anything and I came to an instantaneous, dead stop. I can’t really describe what that’s like other than to say I thought all my teeth were going to fall out.
My embryo career as a forklift driver ended around that time.
From Volume XV:
My forklift story dates from the 70s when I was working for Manpower as anything they wanted. They sent me to Black & Decker in Maidenhead to work in the warehouse where I advanced to forklift driver. Trouble was the permanent crew got the pick of everything and my forklift was the oldest and slowest. “Would you like to work on Saturday?” was a welcome enquiry and in we all went to move pallet size metal cages from one side of the site to the other. A shortcoming of the production line was components progressing through the factory in these cages with no efficient way of getting the empties back in work time. So every so often all the forklift operators went in at the weekend to shunt them all back to the start across the empty car parks. Jesus H. Christ it was boring, particularly on a very slow truck. Trundle, trundle, across the car park, pick up a stack of cages, trundle, trundle, right across the site to drop them off. Boring, boring, boring. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards then, on one run, I ran into a lamppost. The cages were in front and the lamppost was in my blind spot. Metal cages, cast iron forklift, lamppost. There was no give in anything and I came to an instantaneous, dead stop. I can’t really describe what that’s like other than to say I thought all my teeth were going to fall out.
My embryo career as a forklift driver ended around that time.
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