Trucking poetry in motion
We picked up a load the other day in downtown San Antonio. Now this was a very scurvy-looking neighborhood with tiny little streets and weird twistings of the roads so that it had taken us an incredibly long time to even get to our shipper. It was one of those “I can see the building but I have no idea how to get the truck from here to there because all the alleys leading to the building are too narrow to turn the truck into” sort of affairs. But we had finally made it and with a huge sigh of relief we entered the shipper’s gate and hit the dock.
While sitting there waiting, I noticed another truck driving up the same alley we had ended up using. Feeling some sort of weird brotherhoodly feelings for the guy, I was thinking “I feel your pain, dude” when I realized what he was actually getting ready to do. Good god! Are you kidding me?! I captured it all on film cause that driver was just as impressive as hell.
Look at this:
He came up the little alley right in front of the chain link fence at the edge of my shipper’s lot. He came from left to right. In this picture his truck is mostly in an even narrower alley that ran perpendicular. You’ll notice the right arrow is pointing to one of the office guys who had walked out to speak to the driver. The office guy is standing right at the edge of the alley where the deep ditch in the abandoned lot was. Arrow on the left is pointing out the fire hydrant because I wasn’t sure you would be able to make it out through the fence.
Here he goes blind-siding into that dock from that little tiny alley. He has almost no forward room at all and has to avoid the fire hydrant, the bridge itself and the massive ditch at the edge of the alley. You’ll notice on the far left that several of the office-folk came out onto the dock to watch the show. I imagine it’s always entertaining to watch drivers try to hit their dock since the dock was actually the right size for a box van or a pup at most.
Ok… just how in the hell impressive is that?! His tractor was so close to that bridge support he couldn’t even open the driver’s side door. And it didn’t even take him all that long considering everything.
I figure one office guy is telling the other office guy, “I don’t know why these drivers are always bitching about our dock. Why back in the 40s when I drove a truck for a few weeks I could have hit this dock in half the time. Granted, my trailer was only 22 feet long, but what’s an extra 31 feet of trailer anyway? They’re all just a bunch of spoiled babies if you ask me.”
Oh well, Driver, they may not have been impressed but I was impressed as hell for what that’s worth. Good on you! Hope I’m that good when I’m an old coot who’s been driving twenty years.