I'm so glad we have our own truck and trailer, and that we work for a company where we set up our own loads. We did, however, spend our share of past winters in the blustering weather. Our truck has been barely visible many times.
I have seen conditions much worse than these. One time we stuck in a truck stop because the roads were shut down, and the only place for us to park was in the fuel island. We went in and explained there was no parking. They let us stay there.
One time we got caught in a storm, and there was no way to get off the road. As I and several other trucks were descending a mountain in Tennesee, the drivers were joking about not getting too close to me because I was plackered. I agreed with them. I had enough wiggle room that I was comfortable, until I hit the brakes, fishtailed, and realized I was on the solid ice. To make matters worse, a line of cars were stuck at the foot of the hill. I was picking my spot to go off the road. When I glanced in my review mirrors, those trucks that were behind me was like a mother duck and her ducklings, they did their winter dance as they hit the medium one after another. I was still picking which place might be the best options, so that I wouldn't hit anyone but that I wouldn't roll and kill us in the process. In the meantime, I was still tapping the breaks, and finally, it stuck, I hit a dry spot. I came to a stop just a few yards from the last car in line.
I have seen conditions much worse than these. One time we stuck in a truck stop because the roads were shut down, and the only place for us to park was in the fuel island. We went in and explained there was no parking. They let us stay there.
One time we got caught in a storm, and there was no way to get off the road. As I and several other trucks were descending a mountain in Tennesee, the drivers were joking about not getting too close to me because I was plackered. I agreed with them. I had enough wiggle room that I was comfortable, until I hit the brakes, fishtailed, and realized I was on the solid ice. To make matters worse, a line of cars were stuck at the foot of the hill. I was picking my spot to go off the road. When I glanced in my review mirrors, those trucks that were behind me was like a mother duck and her ducklings, they did their winter dance as they hit the medium one after another. I was still picking which place might be the best options, so that I wouldn't hit anyone but that I wouldn't roll and kill us in the process. In the meantime, I was still tapping the breaks, and finally, it stuck, I hit a dry spot. I came to a stop just a few yards from the last car in line.
