Georgia Driver Hurt In Accident (Semi humorous)

I'm just glad the guy wasn't seriously injured... but yeah, it sounds like a story line outta Seinfeld -- something Kramer-ish.

 

SOUNDS PLIKE A J.B OR SWIFT PRO DRIVER.

 

bad day to be a chock.

 

Oh yes, yes, Burky. This could happen in the middle of the night. You know, tired, not thinking it through, not following step-by-step procedures. Kinda like your bout that night with the warm oatmeal or whatever it was that night that was stuck in your pnuematic after it cooled to a concrete like consistency. You related that you were concerned about launching yourself to the moon. You didn't launch, though, because you thought before you acted; like this fella should have thought before he pulled his fifth wheel pin.(whoops, heydammit)

I honestly wish that some of you rookies and wanabes would stop bashing other drivers though. Real drivers understand that we ALL do stupid, unthinking actions occasionally, sometimes we get lucky, sometimes we don't, so please can this kind of crap...
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Thats hilarious Poppy!

 

reminds me of the women a few weeks back that somehow had her car run her over in the drive thru and a mcdonalds

 

Now Burk, I'm not detecting a bit of sanctimony here am I?

Reminds me of a brainless stunt I pulled 'bout 30 years ago though...

I was a young pup, just gotten one of my first driving jobs; driving a moving van for an Atlas agent in the San Francisco Bay area. (Mr. Truckdriver) I remember the truck like it was yesterday- a gas motored Chevy pulling a 38' drop deck van trailer.

Well, one of my first assignments was a rather large move coming from right in the heart of downtown San Fran, you know, the part with all the steep hills. This lady that my helper and I intended to move happened to reside right at the top of one of these hills that are so steep some of 'em have steps instead of sidewalks. After around an hour of negotiating steep hills, narrow streets, and crazy traffic, I finally pulled that van up the hill leading to her house. (Mister Truckdriver) I carefully parked in just the right spot- the van's forward side door was perfectly aligned with the walk leading to her front door, making the slope of our walkboard very shallow. Very convenient, as we soon discovered that this woman had accumulated a LIFETIME of really heavy belongings (dressers, hideabeds, appliances, you name it, she had it!) I wasted no time patting myself on the back for my intelligence in parking the truck with the door in exactly the right spot. (Mister Truckdriver)

All morning and all afternoon we loaded and we sweated, loaded and sweated until finally that house was empty and all of the lady's stuff was packed, padded, loaded, tiered, strapped, and inventoried, and pretty well exhausted, I closed and locked the side door on the trailer that I had parked in precisely the right spot. (MISTER TRUCKDRIVER)

She signed the papers and we climbed into the cab, thankful to be finished.
I turned the key and that 427 rumbled to life (you old guys remember that sweet sound?) I put 'er in low, eased out the clutch and promptly killed the engine! Hmmm... brakes won't release? I jumped out to examine the situation and it was then I discovered the reason for our lack of motion. Oh Sweet Jesus! As we had loaded the trailer with all of that woman's heavy, heavy belongings, it had gradually settled on it's leaf springs until the frame rested solidly on the asphalt below, right at the crest of that awful hill.

What could we do? Yep, that's right- in two hours about half of that poor woman's furniture and stuff was strewn up and down the sidewalk and all over the front lawn as the helper and I had to unload, trying desperately to lighten the van so we could become "unbeached". It was nearly midnight by the time we got it unstuck and finished reloading (from a parking spot next door, off of the crest of the hill) Needless to say, the shipper was less than pleased, my helper was disgusted, and my boss was really ticked off at Mr. Truckdriver.

Couple of days later I unloaded that shipment at the lady's new home somewhere else in California (don't remember the town) and she never mentioned our little adventure on the hill. Funny she never tipped me- wonder why?, However she did give me a keen little Hoover vacuum cleaner which I used for years afterward and it always reminded me of that night on the hill from so long ago.

One of the few good things about growing older is that your "file" of fond memories is always chock (no pun intended) full.
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