I'm back. Happy New Year!
Yes, let's certainly hope no-one was hurt in that crash, but I don't remember any such information about it.
One thing I do remember... was that the drivers surname was Elliot, and he was brand new with the company, so hardly anybody had heard of him. And as you can see... my given name is Elliot.
So a rumor started in the shop that it was I who had crashed.
That would have been a bit out of character, even if I say so myself.... And that rumor didn't get far.
Now.... Something else about crashed trucks....
I worked in Hendrickson's office also, mostly hiring new drivers and giving them the orientation lessons. But only for one year, which was all my blood pressure could take. And here is why:
One morning... I came to work and was greeted with the news that one of my hires had crashed in the night, badly.
I don't know about any other recruiters and trainers and such staff, but I felt that inside me.
He'd been sailing calmly across Nevada as usual, when he caught up with an old VW Microbus crawling along with candles for taillights, and a bicycle or two hanging on the back, obscuring the "candles".
The following sentence is partly "trucker b. s.", I'm sure, but... I was told that mechanics found bicycle parts INSIDE the Cat 3406.
But this driver was a top hand -- MY top hand
And once in a while... Fate can trick even the best of us into unavoidable circumstances. So he was back in a new truck a few days later, with our complete confidence. You don't abandon a good man over just a single lightning-strike of awful bad luck.
I expect the lawyers are still debating the visibility of those "obscured candles".
Working in the Safety office... sometimes we were pressed to hire drivers we would rather not. I hired something like one in ten applicants, and we always had trucks "parked against the fence". Too many trucks "against the fence", and it was "Hire somebody TODAY!"
I'm sure glad it wasn't I who had hired that Mr. Elliot, who turned out less than favorably, and quickly.
I have more stories.... You may have to gag me.