Well today was my first days training on class C trucks.
Day got off to an odd start when it turns out my girlfriend had set the alarm an hour later than I needed to get up, fortunately I had woken up way before I needed to get up anyway.
Get in my car and the crack on the windscreen has grown another inch \o/.
Driving there in my car and all of a sudden a chunk of wood is flipped back at my car and before I could react goes under my wheels with a huge crash, I pull over at the next layby to inspect for damage, fortunately none was found and the tyre was not damaged. I noticed then that the driver of a waste truck had pulled up to “resecure his load” sigh
Anyhow, get to the yard and I am paired up with a guy called either Alan or Andy (Referred to as Aldy from here onwards), I cant remember, nor can I remember the instructors name
We set off around Norwich and the instructor takes us to the garage to fill up with fuel first, from then Aldy gets to drive, and I am impressed, I think he only caught one curb and was picking up everything nicely.
Then comes my turn, now the largest thing I have driven before is an Iveco long wheel base van, but thats nothing.
I dont think I missed a single curb, I was still in car mode, not figuring out how long the dammed thing was, wrong gears, slamming on the air brakes, when we stopped for lunch, I was thinking, OK I ■■■■ badly at this. I was so down, that I chainsmoked my way through lunch.
Not phased however, I gulped down my bacon and egg sarnie without getting it down myself, which I thought was a good omen.
Aldy is driving again now and he gets to practice going through the gears, up and down hill starts, and he doesnt hit a single curb. (Despite me asking him just to nick a couple to make me look better)
We had to then stop at the bank so the instructor could sort something out that had gone wrong with a payment or something.
The sun is shining, the women are wearing less clothes around the city, its a beautiful day. Its at this point I realise what my problem is.
Hunt around in my bag for a minute and voila Sun Glasses, Mr Cool is on the Road.
I am off again now, Aldy in the passenger seat and now I am aware that there is other things on the road I am getting the gears right, not hestitating at roundabouts, despite cutting up a bus
phfft buses ■■■■ anyway.
I did manage to take out 3 cones at some narrow roadworks right on the edge of a roundabout and nicked the edge of a very flat curb, but all in all it was a very big improvement on the mornings run. I am getting my observation correct as well.
At the end of the day, I feel uplifted and ready to go another day, If I carry on my learning curve, I dont think I will have a problem passing.
So to conclude, today we learnt that.
- The crack in my windscreen is not going to stop growing.
- Trucks are longer than cars.
- Cones are good fun to run over, but only once test is passed.
- Car drivers are morons (this I already knew though)
- Air brakes are very sharp.
- Bikes are annoying.
- Respect is due to truck drivers, I knew it would be hard, but you do a damned hard job, especially the arctics.
Mirrors can be used for things other than checking hair is tidy.
- Aldy is a better name than either Andy or Alan.
Also when I got back I had a reply to an email that I sent to a local company and they have offered me an interview when I pass my test to be driving Class C motors, then looking to move up to C+E when I feel more confident.
Bring on tomorrow