Gutted, I am. Been in and out of our yard on a daily basis for the past several years with never a problem. Today I drove into the yard and went to reverse into a parking space. Didn’t get the alignment quite right, so what I should have done is abandon the whole manouevre and start again. What I actually did was mess it all up, attempt to reverse from completely the wrong angle and ended up scraping the curtain of a parked trailer. No huge damage, and TM is quite calm about it, but I’m so ■■■■■■ with myself
it happens , so you can come on here , tell us all about it , and then we can take the pishh for the next few weeks
are you agency ? have you ever been ? will you do it again or be more careful ? and finally - how could you not see something that big ?
Thanks, all. I just feel such a tool for doing it - I’ve always maintained that the sensible option if you ■■■■ up a manoeuvre is to simply back out completely and start again. Hopefully there won’t be too much ribbing when I go in tomorrow…
When I first started at our place (7.5) I had to deliver to a place, satnav sent me into it from the wrong end. Rang reception to check I was in the right place. Said I’d seen the signs that said private road, with the company name on, “yeah yeah” she said you’re in the right place. I explained that the lane was getting narrower and narrower, to the point where the tree branches were folding both my mirrors in.
“We’ve had artics in here in the past, it’s a bit tight, but they manage. Did you see the water tower on your way in?”
“No” I replied.
“Just carry on, you’ll make it”
About 100 yards up, track becomes a bridle path. Ring her back. And all she’s harping on about is the water tower.
There’s a cottage on my right with a decent size driveway, so I park up and go see if they’ll mind if I turn around in there. Nobody in. So I do it anyway. Coming out, banking on the verges means I’m going to have to cut the corner and “bend” the hedge a bit.
Who the blazes grows a hedge around a solid stone gatepost?
Bent my side bar in like a banana. Was distraught!
Coughed to it straight away. By telling them that someone else must have done it shunting on the yard.
Begged the boss to put a new one on. He wouldn’t, so I even tried to look into sorting it myself, at my own expense.
Since that day, I’ve never even clipped a kerb, not even in Central London.
That bloody receptionist didn’t half get the sharp end of my tongue when I finally got to the drop though.
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Who the blazes grows a hedge around a solid stone gatepost?
You’ve not done many farm deliveries have you?
The favourite trick is to conceal one of the old milk stands (the concrete block they used to put the churns on, before tankers) in the hedge, just at the right height to rip your bumper off.
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When I first started at our place (7.5) I had to deliver to a place, satnav sent me into it from the wrong end. Rang reception to check I was in the right place. Said I’d seen the signs that said private road, with the company name on, “yeah yeah” she said you’re in the right place. I explained that the lane was getting narrower and narrower, to the point where the tree branches were folding both my mirrors in.
“We’ve had artics in here in the past, it’s a bit tight, but they manage. Did you see the water tower on your way in?”
“No” I replied.
“Just carry on, you’ll make it”
About 100 yards up, track becomes a bridle path. Ring her back. And all she’s harping on about is the water tower.
There’s a cottage on my right with a decent size driveway, so I park up and go see if they’ll mind if I turn around in there. Nobody in. So I do it anyway. Coming out, banking on the verges means I’m going to have to cut the corner and “bend” the hedge a bit.
Who the blazes grows a hedge around a solid stone gatepost?
Bent my side bar in like a banana. Was distraught!
Coughed to it straight away. By telling them that someone else must have done it shunting on the yard.
Begged the boss to put a new one on. He wouldn’t, so I even tried to look into sorting it myself, at my own expense.
Since that day, I’ve never even clipped a kerb, not even in Central London.
That bloody receptionist didn’t half get the sharp end of my tongue when I finally got to the drop though.
RULE 1…never ever take directions from some bint on the phone,she might tell you right or left,but you cant see what hand she is waving at the time…
