A Heavy Haulin' Grocery Hauler Goes Tanker Yankin'?!
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Keendriver
Hates all of you
They buy it.........we haul it.
Keendriver
Hates all of you
Keendriver
Hates all of you
Maybe you could do the rest of us a favor and keep trying.
Duck
Sarcastic remark goes here
Don't encourage him. Some of us actually find his narcissistic alter-ego entertaining.
Keendriver
Hates all of you
Well, another week of training in the books and no EPA reportable level events to report.
The hardest part of this job is actually figuring the peoplenet entries that have to be made.
Logs, workflow, TMW, loading/unloading info, inter trip insp........
That being said, I did screw up a little bit yesterday in figuring just how much room (inches) we was gonna need in the tank.
We get to the station and stick the tank. Come up with a reading of 43 inches.....shoulda been no more than 38.
Trainer looks at me and asks "you sure it was 38?"....yup.
My first thought was the company had sent us a "no fit" to see if we ..... well I .... would catch it.
We head back in the truck and when he grabs the loose leaf notebook with the tank charts I remember what I did....or more accurately, didn't do. I tell him that the readings for each stop today is fecked. I completely skipped a step in my calculations.
IDIOT!!
So he hands me the book and I do it over and the reading is now 47 or less.
You follow procedure and sh*t works out.
Which brings me to the next moment of excitement, where I actually had followed procedure and the stakes were quite a bit higher.
I pre-trip the truck before we go load. One of the most important things, if not the most important thing that needs to be checked is that each of the 5 pockets in the trlr is empty. Make sure the guy before you didn't screw up and leave you a nice 1500 gallon suprise because he was too sh*t all stupid to do his job.
(it happened here recently.....NO it wasn't me.....you know what, feck you)
I checked them.
We gets to the rack and start loading and........the Scully system shuts us down.
Probed out.
Means you're trying to load 2500 gals and this pocket already has 2000 gals in it and so your sh*t ain't gonna fit.
I said they were empty.....
Oh wait, I already are a truck driver.
I just figured my gas hauling career had come to a screeching halt.
Turns out the Scully on that trlr is somewhat bipolar and was having a moment.
You bi*ches thought you had me didn't you?
More updates to follow as I embark on what is sure to be a hall of fame gas hauling career.
The hardest part of this job is actually figuring the peoplenet entries that have to be made.
Logs, workflow, TMW, loading/unloading info, inter trip insp........
That being said, I did screw up a little bit yesterday in figuring just how much room (inches) we was gonna need in the tank.
We get to the station and stick the tank. Come up with a reading of 43 inches.....shoulda been no more than 38.
Trainer looks at me and asks "you sure it was 38?"....yup.
My first thought was the company had sent us a "no fit" to see if we ..... well I .... would catch it.
We head back in the truck and when he grabs the loose leaf notebook with the tank charts I remember what I did....or more accurately, didn't do. I tell him that the readings for each stop today is fecked. I completely skipped a step in my calculations.
IDIOT!!
So he hands me the book and I do it over and the reading is now 47 or less.
You follow procedure and sh*t works out.
Which brings me to the next moment of excitement, where I actually had followed procedure and the stakes were quite a bit higher.
I pre-trip the truck before we go load. One of the most important things, if not the most important thing that needs to be checked is that each of the 5 pockets in the trlr is empty. Make sure the guy before you didn't screw up and leave you a nice 1500 gallon suprise because he was too sh*t all stupid to do his job.
(it happened here recently.....NO it wasn't me.....you know what, feck you)
I checked them.
We gets to the rack and start loading and........the Scully system shuts us down.
Probed out.
Means you're trying to load 2500 gals and this pocket already has 2000 gals in it and so your sh*t ain't gonna fit.
I said they were empty.....
Oh wait, I already are a truck driver.
I just figured my gas hauling career had come to a screeching halt.
Turns out the Scully on that trlr is somewhat bipolar and was having a moment.
You bi*ches thought you had me didn't you?
More updates to follow as I embark on what is sure to be a hall of fame gas hauling career.
Duck
Sarcastic remark goes here
Every time I start thinking about getting a local tanker job delivering to gas stations and getting home every day, I see some dumbass in a car do something stupid in front of a tanker & I decide that driving an 80,000 lb molotov cocktail around the Chicago area perhaps isn't such a good idea.
Keendriver
Hates all of you
Thanks
5 yrs ago I pretty much had the same opinion of it, if I had any opinion at all.
Once my buddy came over here and was telling me how this job is done and I started thinking about how many gas stations there are and how few times you hear of anything happening, my feelings changed.
That being said, I did have a moment (more like 24hrs) where I thought maybe I had made a huge mistake and that I would not be capable of doing this job.
My biggest fear has always been of being burned. Fire scares the beejesus outta me.
On day 2 of orientation it was safety video day.
You remember in high school drivers ed they would show movies like "Death On The Highway"?
And for any of you USN vets it was akin the "PKP Chief" flick they used to show during fire fighting training.
Remember Charlie was the name of this one.
Charlie runs a safety consulting firm but he used to work for Exxon at a refinery doing......refinery stuff
.......and getting burned.
Severely.
Charlie told the story of the night he caught fire. He was tasked with changing out a valve and he did it badly.
Apparently this was an old style valve that was to be upgraded to a valve that was much easier to change out.
It being an older valve, the change out procedure was much longer and involved.
Charlie ain't tryin' to hear all that.......
He took us step by step of how he f*cked up, all the shortcuts he took, all the safety precautions he overlooked.
Now I forget what the chemical was, but it wound up dousing him head to toe and as he ran for the emergency shower he ran past his pick up....his running pick up. He thought to himself "I should have shut that off" and said he KNEW what was gonna happen, he just hoped he made it far enough away when it did.
He didn't.....
The vapors lit off in a huge fireball that engulfed him. He dived into a puddle he hoped was water ( it was) but the damage had been done.
He was burned over 50% of his body and spent a total of 5 yrs in the hospital.
His description of the abrading process was horrifying.....
Dude eventually lost EVERYTHING....marriage, his Dad had a heart attack because of it, his daughters who he thought were too young to really understand. One wound up in counseling and the other tried to commit suicide.
I should have known this movie was gonna suck when the 26yr vet who was running the class said he hates showing it.
It did suck......and it shook me quite a bit. I'm sure I don't have the stones to go thru the recovery process he went thru and more importantly I don't wanna ruin the lives of people who love me.
Cut to the next day.
We are taken over to one of the terminals we load at and are told we will watch the loading process.
So there I am standing in my brand new hard hat looking to all the world the know nothing f*cking noob that I am, waiting for one of our drivers to show up to show me the basting.....eerrr loading process.
The dude that got stuck with me just happened to be the most seniorist driver we gots. Hell of a nice guy. I introduce myself and tell him why I am bothering him and he agrees to show me how it's done.
Now mind you, my shorts are just this side of being filled at the prospect of doing this job thanks to Charlie's dumb ass. But watching the way this guy did his job gave me a new perspective.
Obviously the dude knew how to do the job, but it was the way he did it. He was confident and completely at ease doing it.
He wasn't worried about being the main attraction at the barbecue because he was following safety protocols that made the job perfectly safe.
And that pretty much sums it up.....do the job the right way and you will be fine.
As fer the dumbasses in 4 wheelers well.........f*ck 'em, been dodging them this long.
Duck
Sarcastic remark goes here
A bunch of years ago on I-84 in New York something happened that caused a tanker to blow up. It was JUST past my exit, but it happened when I was about a mile back & everybody stopped. As I got up there, cars were flooring it through the median just trying to get away from the intense heat. The fire was so intense and bright you could barely make out the shape of the truck engulfed in it.
Southern Refrigerated or whoever that was with the purple trucks was closer to it than I was & he said he didn't see what happened, just that the truck was still moving when it blew up and he didn't see anybody get out of it.
By that point I could see there were no other vehicles within about 1000 feet of it but from where I was, pretty far back, the heat I was experiencing just standing beside my truck talking to purple truck guy was almost like that blast of heat you get when you reach into the oven to remove a pizza. The purple truck was in front of me too.
We did what we had to do, which was put it in gear & tear ass down the exit ramp, passing within maybe 300 feet on the downwind side of the burning tanker just to get the hell out of there before the radiant heat caught ours on fire too. It wouldn't have surprised me at all if the purple truck had some melted or deformed plastic on his front end.
I was 2 miles from my receiver, which was an evil C&S Wholesalers warehouse. I was listening to the chatter on the CB for hours.
Scary thing to see.
Still no idea what caused it to blow up, if he hit something in the road or if it was something that randomly failed on the equipment.
Definitely make checking hub oil part of your daily pre-trip. No loose metal items that can drag on the pavement mailing sparks.
I've seen cars towing trailers with too much slack in their safety chains and the chains make sparks as they drag.
Southern Refrigerated or whoever that was with the purple trucks was closer to it than I was & he said he didn't see what happened, just that the truck was still moving when it blew up and he didn't see anybody get out of it.
By that point I could see there were no other vehicles within about 1000 feet of it but from where I was, pretty far back, the heat I was experiencing just standing beside my truck talking to purple truck guy was almost like that blast of heat you get when you reach into the oven to remove a pizza. The purple truck was in front of me too.
We did what we had to do, which was put it in gear & tear ass down the exit ramp, passing within maybe 300 feet on the downwind side of the burning tanker just to get the hell out of there before the radiant heat caught ours on fire too. It wouldn't have surprised me at all if the purple truck had some melted or deformed plastic on his front end.
I was 2 miles from my receiver, which was an evil C&S Wholesalers warehouse. I was listening to the chatter on the CB for hours.
Scary thing to see.
Still no idea what caused it to blow up, if he hit something in the road or if it was something that randomly failed on the equipment.
Definitely make checking hub oil part of your daily pre-trip. No loose metal items that can drag on the pavement mailing sparks.
I've seen cars towing trailers with too much slack in their safety chains and the chains make sparks as they drag.
ayran993
Well-Known Member
I see a lot of roll off, parking lots, with their chains dragging the ground smdh. Like WTF drivers are not checking things over or they just don't give 2 *****? Makes the rest of us look really bad (sigh) when I see that I try and speed up to tell the idiot that there's something dragging from his truck, or his sleeper door is hanging wide open, or he's has no trailer lights.
When I get beside the idiot blowing my train horns he still won't look over at me yes train horns and they're loud as f***! He jus hits the gas pedal and speed up so I say fack it, let DOT stop the idiot.
When I get beside the idiot blowing my train horns he still won't look over at me yes train horns and they're loud as f***! He jus hits the gas pedal and speed up so I say fack it, let DOT stop the idiot.
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Southern Fried
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Service stations and the morons that use them are the reason I quit hauling gas years ago. Two very close calls from JP Public was enough. Tank farms and such were a breeze because most of the people involved are professional enough to understand the dangers of fuel. With the public, the old "familiarity breeds contempt" comes in to play. They treat gas like it's water. I don't want to die because of some slackwit doing something dumb.
But.... small funny from back then. We used to load at Imperial Oil. Top load in open hatches. This was pre-computer and we used paper bills in mechanical meters. Anyways, this particular day I was loading at #1 rack right in front of the office. It was bitter cold. I had to fill out meter readings and stuff in ink by hand. Ink pens don't write real good in cold, so we'd stick the nib end in our mouth to warm the tip. Also your breath "steams".
Suddenly I hear a scream and this suit type comes running out of the office and pounds up on the rack. Stops dead and stares at me then turns around and goes back into the office. WTF???? Figured just office monkey insanity and finished my load. When I took my bills in everybody's grinning. "What was that all about?", I ask. Among the laughter I was told' "Ol dummy there thought you was smoking".
But.... small funny from back then. We used to load at Imperial Oil. Top load in open hatches. This was pre-computer and we used paper bills in mechanical meters. Anyways, this particular day I was loading at #1 rack right in front of the office. It was bitter cold. I had to fill out meter readings and stuff in ink by hand. Ink pens don't write real good in cold, so we'd stick the nib end in our mouth to warm the tip. Also your breath "steams".
Suddenly I hear a scream and this suit type comes running out of the office and pounds up on the rack. Stops dead and stares at me then turns around and goes back into the office. WTF???? Figured just office monkey insanity and finished my load. When I took my bills in everybody's grinning. "What was that all about?", I ask. Among the laughter I was told' "Ol dummy there thought you was smoking".
Duck
Sarcastic remark goes here
Dumb or not, he ran TOWARDS the perceived extreme danger instead of away from it.Suddenly I hear a scream and this suit type comes running out of the office and pounds up on the rack. Stops dead and stares at me then turns around and goes back into the office. WTF???? Figured just office monkey insanity and finished my load. When I took my bills in everybody's grinning. "What was that all about?", I ask. Among the laughter I was told' "Ol dummy there thought you was smoking".
Southern Fried
Well-Known Member
Rigjockey
In Gord we trust!
Well, another week of training in the books and no EPA reportable level events to report.
The hardest part of this job is actually figuring the peoplenet entries that have to be made.
Logs, workflow, TMW, loading/unloading info, inter trip insp........
That being said, I did screw up a little bit yesterday in figuring just how much room (inches) we was gonna need in the tank.
We get to the station and stick the tank. Come up with a reading of 43 inches.....shoulda been no more than 38.
Trainer looks at me and asks "you sure it was 38?"....yup.
My first thought was the company had sent us a "no fit" to see if we ..... well I .... would catch it.
We head back in the truck and when he grabs the loose leaf notebook with the tank charts I remember what I did....or more accurately, didn't do. I tell him that the readings for each stop today is fecked. I completely skipped a step in my calculations.
IDIOT!!
So he hands me the book and I do it over and the reading is now 47 or less.
You follow procedure and sh*t works out.
Which brings me to the next moment of excitement, where I actually had followed procedure and the stakes were quite a bit higher.
I pre-trip the truck before we go load. One of the most important things, if not the most important thing that needs to be checked is that each of the 5 pockets in the trlr is empty. Make sure the guy before you didn't screw up and leave you a nice 1500 gallon suprise because he was too sh*t all stupid to do his job.
(it happened here recently.....NO it wasn't me.....you know what, feck you)
I checked them.
We gets to the rack and start loading and........the Scully system shuts us down.
Probed out.
Means you're trying to load 2500 gals and this pocket already has 2000 gals in it and so your sh*t ain't gonna fit.
I said they were empty.....
Oh wait, I already are a truck driver.
I just figured my gas hauling career had come to a screeching halt.
Turns out the Scully on that trlr is somewhat bipolar and was having a moment.
You bi*ches thought you had me didn't you?
More updates to follow as I embark on what is sure to be a hall of fame gas hauling career.
Shit, Yaè Brother. Handling a rig without escorts is a bitch! LOL
Blood
Driveler Emeritus
And for any of you USN vets it was akin the "PKP Chief" flick they used to show during fire fighting training.
Remember Charlie was the name of this one.
Charlie runs a safety consulting firm but he used to work for Exxon at a refinery doing......refinery stuff
.......and getting burned.
Severely.
Charlie told the story of the night he caught fire. He was tasked with changing out a valve and he did it badly.
Apparently this was an old style valve that was to be upgraded to a valve that was much easier to change out.
It being an older valve, the change out procedure was much longer and involved.
Charlie ain't tryin' to hear all that.......
He took us step by step of how he f*cked up, all the shortcuts he took, all the safety precautions he overlooked.
Now I forget what the chemical was...
Was that the guy who got doused with LOX?
That's the one I remember...
creepy.
Poor bastard looked like a baby doll that had been burned up in a trash fire [Never mind how I know what that looks like, prink. This thread ain't about my juvenile record!!
].The only other one I recall is where a priest was talking about the evils of drinking, drugging and illicit sex.
I only recall that one because the priest was cussing like a...
well, you know.
Keendriver
Hates all of you
Ok, I'm officially a little afraid you now.....
And no, it was the Chief on the Forrest Fire, running towards the fire with a bottle when........BOOM!
He didn't look like much of anything after that I would imagine.
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