You ASDA be joking

I took advantage of the quiet roads this morning to catch a few snaps of the road wrecks in the fields around my workplace.






Setting off this morning on the M69 I hadn't realised it had rained so heavily.




I was loaded up at 7 am in Magna Park for two drops . One in Bristol and the other in Chepstow.


They were both supermarket regional distribution centre's, also known as RDC's and I believe they both reflect there own stores individual identity's.


First of all Sainsbury's.


I shop at Sainsbury's because I find it a nice, peaceful, calm and organised store. I also find it very good value.

I feel like I'm getting value for money and I also feel valued as a customer as well.


When I was at their RDC in Bristol today, it also felt calming, I felt valued. There didn't seem to be an urgency about the place but at the same time everything was being carried out as it should be. Things were working and everything seemed to run smoothly.

They did have one of the smallest goods in windows I have ever seen though.

I have to admit I was there for a little bit longer than I would of liked, and I was Twittering about being stuck forever, but I found out they had a cleaning issue, and had to have some of the bins in the loading bays industrially cleaned.




If I start Oinking during this don't worry, I didn't get to close.


When I visit an Asda store its usually because they have an offer on for something really cheap like a loss leader or something.

I always find their stores, hectic, noisey, crowded and very tense.


The Asda RDC was exactly the same.

Everybody I was in contact with was really polite but it was just a different atmosphere altogether.
I was two hours early because it was just a twenty minute jump over the bridge.

The place was heaving. Trucks everywhere. Reversing, pulling off bays, horns papping, drivers getting annoyed and shouting. It was a bloody nightmare, but it was a true reflection of their own stores I thought.

I was there for a long time, just sitting in my cab waiting to drop my three pallets off and watching the mayhem.

A freshline truck knocked a Downton's truck wing mirror of while reversing and an Irish Scania with more exhausts than Dick Dastardly came roaring in.

I have never seen an Irish truck stopped, not even on a bay!

They even installed this in case the addicts needed a fix.

I was eventually let go and I rushed out the gate, up the M5 and ...... into this




Three and a half hours later and I was back in our yard moving out of my lovely Stralis and into a new 26 tonne Scania 94 D 300.



Just the coolest looking truck I could find today seeing as I will be at the British Grand Prix next Sunday.