Is OTR Tanking safer from robbery, theft, etc. than other types of trucking?

We used to go to a Snapple bottler on 33rd Street in Baltimore, and the thugs and welfare queens would come swarming out like ants.

If you don't mind my asking, 33rd in Baltimore is a divided residental street with rowhouses most of it's length. Best I can recall is a number of old stone churches on a few corners a hospital here and perhaps a school there but where in the world did Snapple have a plant there?

One end of 33rd ends up quite close to Lake Montebello which is a huge water source for Baltimore, perhaps Snapple was there? The other end is not exactly a good neighborhood.

Im sorry I had to ask a little bit. If you did not mind elaborating on that.

I believe you absolutely about the parasites swarming as you put it. You won't believe how many comes out of the wood work when a rich trucker shows up... ugh.

Baltimore has changed quite a bit I was raised there, but Ive been punished once already by TTR for talking about it's changed history and I wont get into that part of the problem tonight. Once is enough.

 

Hi X1Heavy! It's been awhile(1994) but let me try to dial in the location a little better.
The plant was referred to as "Beverage Capital 33rd Street" to distinguish it from Beverage Capital off of Security Boulevard in Woodlawn.
So it might not have actually been on 33rd Street. IIRC I'd make a left turn somewhere off of 33rd, there was either a McDonald's or Burger King on the corner, then I think we made the very next right, pulling up on the street next to the building. The main entrance was actually on the next cross street in the direction the truck was facing, half block up, half block over. If you got out of the truck and faced the side of the building where the delivery pipe was, there would be an elementary school behind you. I remember that because they'd complain if we delivered between 8am and noon. After the drop you'd drive up to the corner, take a right, pass the BevCap enterance, make the next right, and you'd be on a street that would dump you back on 33rd. I don't think you'd turn directly onto 33rd.
I was just looking at a map of downtown, Abell seems familiar, but the turn onto University parkway, and from Uni onto 33rd, seem too sharp; I woulda remembered those!!
Maybe we went up Guilford to 34th to the side of the building, then departed via a right on Abell and a right on 33rd. Or maybe I'm totally wrong. The only part I remember for sure was the elementary school being there. I'm hoping you can fill in the blanks in an old man's failing memory!

I lived in Glen Burnie from 1988 to 1996 and really enjoyed it. I came back east for a funeral in 2009 and didn't recognize much. I can't believe how built up it got there.

Also, is the Baltimore Port Truck Stop at the O'Donnell Street exit still there?
And FYI, the "dangerous" receiver was Automatic Rolls. Can't remember at all where in the city they were. But nobody wanted to go there!

 

STOP THE PRESSES!!! I found the elusive Beverage Capital!

OP I apologize for this brief hijack, but X1heavy's question got me thinking and Googling and trying to remember some fuzzy memories.

I found the answer on deadbaseball.com in a blog about the old baseball parks of Baltimore.

Beverage Capital was at 401 E 30th Street, not 33rd. My mistake.

We'd pull up on Barclay Street, across from the Barclay Elementary. On Google Street View, the old location of the syrup drop is in the section of the building at "2924 Barclay Street". To the right of the electrical box, there's a metal box mortared into the wall with a small white pipe coming out of it. There didn't used to be a box, the syrup pipe just stuck out of the wall there.

Beverage Capital no longer occupies this building. It is now the Peabody Heights Brewery.

I wonder where they moved the syrup drop, 'cause a brewery needs syrup, too.

Thanks all for your time and patience.

 

As a fuel hauler, I've seen the craziest and most disturbing things at gas stations, at 2AM, in the worst part of STOCKTON. If you're not getting hit up for money, screamed at by idiot customers who don't understand why this large tanker truck is "in my way," you're getting hit up for gas by entitled idiots... Sure dude, let me give you some free gas. It's coming out at 400 gallons per minute or about 7 gallons per SECOND, I hope you can hang.

 

I started staying at the dog track in West Memphis, I'll sit at the sports pub and the other customers are the nicest people ever.
It's really odd

 

Only worries I have is when hauling flammables someone shooting at me.
And Lord knows around here theres a lot of recent shootings on the area expressways and city streets.
Dont think a bullet would explode it but would cause a hazardous situation. I spend a lot of time in the right lane and do my best not to piss anyone off, but as we know thats pretty much impossible.

 

I thought real hard and can't think of anything about fuel hauling that I miss lol

 

Thank you kindly for your work in answering my question.

I visited baltimore again online via google earth following your words and boy has it changed. Im glad I don't live there anymore but it's not my country.

O Donnel street is still there. AND the Port Truckstop should still be there as well, off that 95 by the old greyhound bus station. I got a parking spot there that I considered my own because it was a good spot to park day or night in my time.

Artkansas is my home but Maryland has alot of work to do still.

 

Ah, yes. Always the big fat lady, could be any race or creed but looks like she spends her EBT on Marlboros, lottery tickets, and Ding Dongs.....

"You gotta move this truck! I gotta go!
-Can't move the truck in the middle of a drop, M'am.
"You blockin' me in. You better move it!"
-Sorry. Can't. That's why the sign for these spaces says "Employee Parking Only".
"I hadda park here! I forgot my [HP] permit, and them other spots too far away! Now let me out!"
-Sorry....
"I'm gettin the Manager!"
(Stomps off, sees the store manager, who tells her the same thing I have been telling her)
(Stomps back out, tries to get in my face but can't lift her leg up over the hose to get close enough to me.)

"THIS IS BULL----! I'M CALLING CORPORATE! I WANT YOUR NAME, YOUR SUPERVISORS NAME, AND HIS PHONE NUMBER RIGHT NOW!! I'LL HAVE YOUR JOB!! i GOT HEALTH PROBLEMS, I GOTTA GO NOW!!"

-Sorry.
"I want your name and your boss' name."
-The company name is on the door of the truck. The number is in the phone book. I'm dispatched from the Toledo, Ohio terminal. Tell 'em which store and what time, and they'll know it's me.
"GIVE. ME. YOUR. NAME.!!"
-Go fish, lady.

During her ensuing aneurysm, I pick up the hoses and drop elbows, stow everything with extra care, separate the manifest copies from the carbons one.at.a.time., take a leak, get a coffee and a snickers, get back in the truck, get my log current, hop out for one more circle check, and as I pull away, I can see her steaming back into the store as fast as her charging rhino legs can carry her, to find out from the manager who that disrespectful, rude, -----t, gas man is, so she can "have my job." I say, let her have it. At least every place you stop has Ding Dongs, Marlboros, and lottery tickets.

Has this happened to you, too, Moloko?