Just a story to tell of one of the coldest winters we had, it was around 1987 when I was working for Tankfreight and had 18tons of liquid sugar to deliver in Wrexham, North Wales.
It was freezing fog and snow on the ground as I approached the top of the Pennines, on the hard shoulder many trucks had stopped due to diesel freezing the Traffic Police were operating a convoy system as visibility was right down. Just as I reached the top of the Pennines (Windy Ridge) the throttle linkage broke away in the engine compartment. I wheeled onto the hard shoulder at 05.00hrs and jacked the cab up. Gone it was, lying somewhere in lane one, the long bit that attaches to the fuel pump. Dropped the cab back down and then tried to start the engine. Fired up but would not hold the revs and promptly died. There was no way that the engine would tick over.
Made my way to the emergency box and called for assistance, the operator said they would contact my base and recovery would be made. Only had a winter coat, no engine, freezing fog on top of the snow, things were not looking very good. Sat there and waited......two hours passed and feeling very cold.......another call made......sorry, but were very busy, your depot is dealing with it :doho: .......another four hours and get the same response.......by now I was beginning to start to feel numb.....another four hours and another call.....different operator, we're very busy dealing with breakdowns, if your depot has been informed then we can't help any further :brick: .....by this time it had been ten hours since my breakdown and the temperature was dropping and I was becoming extremely annoyed....another four hours passed.......still no news. The Traffic Police by this time decided to stop and place me in their mobile to defrost, then chucked me out and went on their way only to come back two hours later and the ritual repeated itself.
At 04.00hrs, that is 23 hours after my breakdown, numbed fingers and toes, with me shaking so much one would have thought I was holding an invisible pheumatic drill

The Police decided they would haul me off to the nearest Service Station. It was another four hours before anyone came to my aid. :@
Found out later that the depot in Manchester had taken the call for assistance but then forgot about it!! :@ :@
Had a few choice words to say when I eventually got back home as my wife had no idea of where I was and had kept ringing my depot.
Nigel.
I used to be an optimist but with age I am now a grumpy old pessimist.