So there I was in my little 7.5t, in Ruislip, stopped on the road, looking at a low bridge.
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I was mebbe ten feet further than the blue car.
Been following my satnav, fully programmed with heights, weights, widths, lengths, speeds.
Height, as posted in the cab (and measured by me) is 11’ 10". Rounded up to 12’ in satnav for peace of mind.
So there I was, looking at the sign on the bridge saying 11’ 9". Cursing, in English, Spanish, AND Arabic, at me satnav. Starting to sweat a little bit thinking about what I have to do now.
As you can imagine there is a SHEDload of traffic stopped behind me but the only option is to deputise a suitable member of the public and reverse my arse out of there. Looking around for one.
Just then a bin wagon pulls up alongside doing about 5 mph and the guy hanging out the window says “We’re 12 foot, mate. You’ll be fine”, And scoots on through. WTF??
A bloke appears on me nearside saying “I think you’re ok there”
He’s got a Railway uniform on so he’s got to be ok, right?
Anyway, he watches me through. I get through with about 3 inches to spare. Again…WTF??
After taking 3 tonnes off the wagon I decided to take a different route home.
Can’t trust a ■■■■■■ thing these days. Satnavs, low bridge warnings. Thank god for the helpful bin wagon crew, Thanks mate, whoever you are.