Preston, the 151 line. While the company is now a fallen flag it once had a service territory that included much of the country found east of the Mississippi River. It was difficult to travel any stretch of interstate and not see their name in large block letters traversing the length of a trailer. As with many LTL companies pup trailers, doubles, and even triples were the preferred combination.
Here we see the mudflap of Preston truck. In the early 1930’s it was determined by ownership that a tag line was needed to help differentiate the company from it’s competitors. It was observed one day that 151 pieces of equipment made up the the growing giant that was Preston. The rest is history.
Remnants of the company can still be found at a local moving company in the Syracuse area. They must have bought the entire contents of the local terminal as they have no less than 30 trailers around the property wearing the once proud Preston name.
All that history brings us right up this moment in time. You have may have noticed that content on this website the past few weeks, months, and most of the year has been slow to appear. The reason being? A baby. For the past nine months my wife and I have been anxiously awaiting the birth of our first child, a son. As you might have guessed, his name is Preston. Now I never set out to name my kid after a defunct truck company but one fateful day my newly pregnant wife crossed paths with a flight attendant named Preston. She came home with the name on the shortlist and when I mentioned that it was also the name connected to trucking history Preston just continued to hang around while other names fell off one by one.
It became official this past Sunday, 11/11 at 9:40AM when Preston joined our family. Please continue to hang in there with me as navigate early parenthood and find away to keep a few post a week on this aging part of the internet.
