Earliest experiences - Tanker Driver Stuck.

[A Former User]

Fuel Tanker stuck - historic.
Father in his filthy farm wellingtons serviced the tractor on a Sunday. Afterwards he would rev the engine repeatedly to make sure it was running smoothly. It was an image of masculinity and power. As a toddler at first I was scared: but soon I became fascinated at hearing a motor revving. I was desperate to see if it was a stuck motor of some sort. There were lots of stucks on the farm. Everyone wore dirty rubber wellington knee boots, often with the tops turned down. The fuel tanker driver was a regular, with his peaked driver’s cap and greasy boiler suit stuffed into the tops of his wellies. He would pull past the fuel store, discharge his load, then drive through into a field to turn round. When it was wet he would get stuck. I would run into the paddock in my wellies and watch while he gunned the motor of is tanker. There was a lot of swearing as he watched his spinning wheels through the open drive’s door. I think he must have enjoyed it. Even as a toddler standing watching wearing my wellingtons my prick was hard, as I played with myself. My heart would be pounding with a combination of fear and excitement. For a long time the revving and roaring of the struggling machine continued. The big truck wheels just spun uselessly again and again. I developed an overwhelming attraction the sight and sound of the spinning rear wheels of a stuck motor. Eventually the driver wold come stalping through the mud into the farmyard asking for a tow. The old tractor would come out with a chain to pull him out.

[sirstuck]

You are so lucky to have been there for this. Stuck hopelessly in the mud, no traction in the slippery farm mud. I imagine his tires got pretty worn down from all the spinning,

[A Former User]

There were no regulations about the state of tyres in those days. I remember one farm on which I worked, and a truck came loaded with ground loimestone to spread on some of the fields (an ancient practice to sweeten the soil and improve the ph). This was a converted military truck, 6x4, unrecognisable with white dust stuck to it all over. It went a little way down the firm track, then tried to turn up-hill onto the land to be treated. The land was clay, wet and slippery. The dual rear wheels churne=ned round and round, and it wasn't going anytwhere. He made several attampts in different places. All the while the tyres were trailiing loose flaps of rubber - they were re -treads, already sheredded with working on the land and getting stuck. The tyres were like an old pair of rubber boots, totally shagged. Cue for session in the barn bringing things to a conclusion.