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I've told you guys about the time I got arrested down in Georgia for basically being a drunken fool. I've told you about my mental illness numerous times. But I have a secret that I'm deeply ashamed of, even more so than the drunken fool incident. It goes to the heart of my pride in being a reliable, safe truck driver. It's time for an episode of truck cab confessional.
It was January of 1999. I owned my own rig at the time, including the trailer, and I was leased to an expediter outfit headquartered in the Detroit area. I hauled emergency automotive freight for the big three. My operating area was the midwest and the northeast as well as Quebec and Ontario up in Canada. The freight rate was excellent, but the loads weren't consistent and I ended up sitting a lot. I was up near Port Huron, Michigan where I had been sitting for about 24 hours, empty and waiting for a load. I had just gotten up and I could see that there had been a big snow while I was asleep. My beeper went off and it was dispatch's number.
They offered me a load going from Flint, Michigan over to Elgin, Illinois. It was sort of a long haul for that company and I wasn't offered too many of them. So I took it, despite the snow covered roads and my empty trailer.
I had been driving for two years at that point and I remember what they told me in orientation for my first trucking gig. They said that they usually didn't see too many bad accidents from rookie drivers. They happened, but they were more likely to back into another vehicle or cut a corner too sharp and flatten a stop sign. They said that they saw more severe accidents from drivers who had been driving for about 2 years. We're talking roll-overs and jack-knifes. The reason? They said that rookies tend to be more scared and paranoid about driving a big rig than experienced drivers. Since they are always on edge, they don't take anything for granted. Now the two-year driver, he has made it through a couple of winters and has driven all over the country in all kinds of weather conditions. That's good, right? Well, according to the instructors, the two-year driver might get a little cocky and take more chances- especially in bad weather.
So I hopped up on I-96. The roads looked like they were in typical condition for snow-packed roads. I figured I could run at about 45 mph. I'd done it lots of times, even with an empty trailer. So I'm cruising down the road. I'd say I was about 2 miles from the truck stop I'd been staying at and I was coming up on an overpass. Right as I was underneath the overpass, the truck spun out to the right. It happened so quickly that I didn't even have time to try to control the vehicle. The cab swung around and nailed my trailer. I then was pointed the opposite direction and slid off the road into the ditch on the right hand side.
The cops were there surprisingly quick. The ass end of my trailer was still on the road blocking the right lane. A snow plow came along and pulled it completely off the road so traffic could get by safely. Then a tow truck showed up and righted my truck which was still running, amazingly. As I sat in the cop car, the officer asked how fast I was going. I told him the truth. He said something along the lines of, "Jesus, those guys can barely walk on that road out there and you think you can do 45 mph on it?" I told him I had wrecked because my trailer was empty. He told me that if I would have had a load I would have flipped over instead of sliding off the road. Those roads were ice covered, not snow covered.
I was cited for driving too fast for road conditions causing an accident.
After the cop was done with me, I hopped into my wrecked truck. There was a rest area about 2 miles down the road and the cop followed me to it. I went in and parked my truck. I called dispatch and informed them that I could no longer take that Elgin load. I felt like a lost little boy and my next phone call was to my mother. She told me to come home and I did.
The truck had $10,000 worth of damage done to it. The trailer was just scuffed from where my truck had hit it. It looked bad, but there was no damage to the trailer aside from cosmetics.
I am fortunate on two counts. I did not get hurt and I did not hurt anyone else. I seriously considered giving up trucking while my truck was in the shop. But, like the fool that I am, I hopped back into that truck. It's been ten years and I haven't had an accident since then.
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