There's been a certain amount of franticness this week. Interspersed with endless delay. Of course.
As a result, I don't have a whole lot of time for typing up adventures just now. I've been home a couple of days, and I go out again this morning. I'll try to make it up to you next week.
Meanwhile, I'll mention one experience: Parallel parking.
Yeah, we do that too. And it's as much fun as it sounds. I learned the maneuver in driving school and never used it again. Until late last week.
The customer had a fairly small parking lot behind a fence. Just past that lot was a dead-end street. I suppose they plan to put a building there some day. But right now they use it to hold trailers they can't fit in beside their loading docks.
Which means a long line of trailers along one side of a fairly narrow "street." And the only open space was right in the middle of the line.
As I said, I learned the maneuver in driving school. More or less. With a much shorter truck.* And a trailer seven feet shorter. A flatbed. So you could see over the top of it. This was much more interesting.
But I did get it in there. And there may be room behind me for a yard tractor to get the trailer in back. It took me three tries to get my tractor out of the line without hitting the trailer in front. But I did get in in there.
Warm glow of pride...
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They wouldn't use a sleeper for that kind of teaching, now would they? It had a back window, too...
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