The thermometer continues its yo-yo act. As long as the temperatures stay more or less tolerable I'll try to stand it. (Actually, I'll have to stand it anyway, won't I?)
Delivered a load this morning to a smallish building with one dock. Took a bit of backing around to get in, but not as bad as it could have been.* They got their stuff. I pulled out, parked, and did my paperwork. Then I looked around to see how I'd get out.
Ah. Over there. Just back up a few feet, turn hard right, then curve left.
So I put the truck in gear and started back. At which point I heard a frantic beeping.
My foot was on the brake before I consciously recognized the sound (there is something to be said for conditioned reflex). As the rig jerked to a halt I was searching my mirrors. At length I noted a tiny sliver white that peeked shyly past the corner of my trailer.
Apparently a delivery van had slipped into the dock space I'd just left and parked while I was drawing lines in my log. If he hadn't seen me start to back...
I've talked before about how blind we are in these things. So much so that one of the posters you see all over just about any trucking company's drivers' lounge has some variation on the following slogan.
Safety is our
Get
Out
And
Look
!
Not quite as tiresome as it used to be...
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*Like this, for example.
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