Steepest grade you ever pulled or went down.....

I don't recall saying they were. Just pointing out places that had steeper roads than the post I quoted.

 

And yet, it's not in "America", as in South, or Central America.

Everyone here knows what is meant by America and Canada.

 

14%, hwy 226 near Spruce Pines, NC. Glad I was mt and my trailer too.

 

Pipeline right of ways where we tie helicopter nets to stop the pipe from going forward and backwards on steep hills and using a D8 to hold you back when going down and a D8 or 2 to get you up hill when loaded.

 

I70 heading east into the Roosevelt Tunnel. 515 DD with 13 speed. 78000#. I was in 4th when I got to the top. Said a prayer when I D/S from 5 to 4. Had an abcessed tooth too. Time of my life that was. That hill is midevil.

 

I was on a west coast regional for Jim Bob for about 3 months and climbed up down all over the Sierra Nevada's and the hills in Oregon and Grapevine. Always heavy. That hill on I70 beats em all I think. The only time I ever had to stop because the engine was going to melt was on that hill on I15 coming out of Vegas. Old KWhopper with Cummins. I wuv my DD.

 

went over hwy 550 from montrose colorado to durango pulling a flatbed with 48000 lbs. not sure what the grades were on red mountain and coal bank but the pull out of uray was alot of fun-10mph switchbacks and cliff hugging 2 lane road

 

Cash is great and so is Johny...lol

 

Back in the day when I allowed my boss to run me 24 hours a day, I was in Spain. I had just delivered a "super-hot, JIT, some-one will die if you don't get it there" load of cocoa beans (I think) to a place near Barcelona, after running about 20 hours to do it. Thinking I was about to get some sleep, I made the mistake of calling in for instructions. In those days there were no cell phones so it was easier to ask a grateful receiver for use of their phone than wait until later and find a payphone.

I received a dispatch that was, again, wildly hot and, in spite of feeling like I was about to die, took off for a small village near Girona. Arriving in the place I looked for the site. No go. I drove through the place 4 times and couldn't even see where the place should be. The street numbering seemed to stop short of what I wanted and start again too high to interest me.

Finally, I spotted a real, live person and decided to ask directions. I do not speak Spanish, and my informant was about 12 years old. I showed him the address, and shrugged. He pointed at the truck. He wanted to get in and show me. I was desperate, and agreed. We slowly drove back up the road, the kid looking like he'd won the lottery with his ride in the truck. He pointed suddenly at a gap, and I turned into it, noticing the 10 tonne weight limit as I did so. This was not going to be good.

We descended an incline which had me convinced I was going to hell, non-stop. Turning left, I was faced with a gateway, complete with an archway about 3 metres high. I felt the blood drain from my face. "Through there?" I asked. "No," my little friend said, "down there." and pointed. The factory was at the bottom of a descent that would have given Neil Armstrong nightmares, and to make matters worse, there was nowhere to turn around. I headed into the pits of hell, and the kid smiled, waved and took off leaving me to wonder where I could get a helicopter at 8pm.

It took a farm tractor lashed to the back of the trailer to get me out of there, and I found out that everyone who loads there makes the mistake once, and only ever once. The actual loading point is a warehouse in the next village, where the goods are transported by a small van.

 

Sandstone mountain in WV. had a lovely 30min ride up the east face then a fun 20min ride down the west side. I wuz pullin a nearly 46k load of paper rolls.