"Make sure he doesn't get paid for the whole day."
Posted on 04/09/2021 3:27:28 PM PDT by DUMBGRUNT
A truck driver recently shared dash cam video of an anxiety-inducing underground dock.
Underground dock with JUST enough room to get into. Line it up, fold the mirrors in, roll down the ramp using only the fender mirrors. Took about 2 minutes to get down so video is sped up about 4x.
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Was it a delivery to hell?
—”Was it a delivery to hell?”
Clearly hell for the drivers!
A Tesla could do it with autopilot. Might take about 90 minutes though...
I saw my dad back a set of doubles around a corner, right up to the dock. No more than 5 minutes.
I was in the truck when he did it.
He logged over 3 million official miles with the Teamsters. Probably drove over 4 million.
Knew every knot there was, some sailors never heard of.
“A Tesla could do it with autopilot.”
Just hope it doesn’t catch fire.
Sorry, but that’s nothing. There are much worse underground docks than that. The hardest part was probably jacking it around and onto the ramp from the street and they didn’t even show that part.
Straight shots are not THAT difficult
I remember making a serpentine into a plant in Reading that had a couple of turns that ... once you got it ... you felt tall in the saddle accomplishing it.
The learning curve is bullet sweating
Mine was inside warehouse dock for flatbed loading.
Bright outside, dim inside.
No lane stripes or dock lights.
'Bout 2" each side.
I did my Million in 3 years and walked away...Never again.
Human verses Robot obstacle rally race. Game show of the present...
“There are much worse underground docks than that.”
Visiting a friend working at Sears Tower Chicago, he gave me the fifty-cent tour.
They have a monster turntable for semi-trucks, they pull straight in and are spun to the assigned dock and back off the turntable.
I have a scraper on a dolly. Impossible for me to back.
I was good after 1.5 years. A soul-crushing, thankless, over-regulated, low-paying job.
Mohammed can drive to his heart’s content. And then detonate his dry van of ammonium nitrate in a tunnel near you.
'Bout '96 I had a delivery to the Earl Cabell federal building in downtown Dallas (Texas y'all).
Inside, Kelly Door dock.
Had multiple loads on and one load was about 20, blue, poly barrels.
I parked on the street and went inside with my manifest.
Asked them not to freak, 'cause I had blue, poly barrels on the truck.
Even asked my dispatcher prior if he was trying to get me shot.
I used to make deliveries to a building with a similar dock. The biggest difference was that the street had a grade (it was Seattle after all!) so you had to transition not only 90 degrees off the street but about 5 degrees downslope.
There was also a gradual turn to the ramp - not straight down. I was lucky - I only needed to maneuver a 24’ hoopie. I felt sorry for the semi drivers!
"Make sure he doesn't get paid for the whole day."
What could have been more than a fender bender proved I had lost or was losing my depth perception.
In my business we deal with about 30 big rigs a day. Most over the road trucker can’t back a rig up to save their life. The guys that can backup are the local delivery drivers. The guy from Saia could back his 40’ box as far as you want him to and he would hit it on the first try.
Good on your Dad. Lost skills.
Your story about being with your dad reminds me of a time I was in the front seat of our station wagon, and some idiot behind us was honking the horn way too much. We ended up stopped at a railway crossing, waiting for the long train to pass. The idiot behind us still honked the horn, even though no one could move at all. When the guard rail finally went up, and cars started moving, my dad put the car in park, and opened up the engine hood. I was not about to stay in the car with this lunatic behind us, so I got out and went to the front of the car to be with my dad. (I should mention that my father was a pilot in WWII, Korea, and Vietnam. Thank God he survived it all and came home) So, when I got out of the car and went to my dad, he was just waiting. Eventually, the honking idiot came forward to see what was going on. When he saw my dad just staring at the engine, he asked what the BLEEP was wrong. My dad said “I’m trying to figure out what wrong in here, pointing at the engine, that’s making the car behind us honk so much.” The idiot realized he was an idiot, cursed and went back to his car.
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