Latique:
we have a regular hazardous waste collection of ash &clinker from a councill crematorium near Halifax its a beautiful setting at the top of a twisting tree lined road usually a few folk visiting loved ones resting place and the occasional funeral when i roll up in my 7.5t truck . lots of tutting and sharp looks from them and double takes from funeral goers .we show respect by not moving the truck or loading etc during any service but have still had complaints or some old kermudgeon pointing at the 7.5t weight limit signs at the entrance
Right slight morbid question - I thought the families took all the ashes in an urn?? How the hell do you load the stuff? In sacks or something?
Not a job I’d fancy if I’m honest. I’ve never seen a truck in a cemetery or near a crematorium.
its the stuff that doesent go into the urn full of cadmiuim mercury etc its in 70 litre clip top mausers usualy enough for two pallets plus once a year the filters from the the flue tbh doesent realy faze me its just waste am more worried by hydrofluric acid or cyanide those two are nasty ■■■■■■■ and kill
im experiencing it on the milk tankers especially weekends when the townies go rural farm in eyrnsford kent is a 3 mile hill climb with both mirrors in but 2 camp sites on journey and not many passing places ,going up i have 21000 litres sloshing and if i get stopped its hell to get going again plus cannot see other traffic as zig zags up get loads of tuts and im not reversing can get a bit tetchy at times do not really enjoy this part of it , what you doing bringing that up here etc
People that have moved to a pub that has been there for 90 years have moaned about dray lorries making a noise delivering beer kegs, the pub will now shut down now,Nimbys , dont you just love them, putting folks out of work.
Move to airport, factory, or night club, expect noise.
They would be the first to moan if the bin men didn’t turn up.
Going off on a tangent, I saw an Aldi driver delivering to my local Aldi in a very tight car park with a blind side reverse to get to the loading bay. I was seriously impressed by his manouvring skill and courtesy. He was very patient with people parking in the most inconvenient places and walking past the front and side of his cab as if he didn’t exist and then a woman walked past me and tutted “fancy sending a lorry in at this time of day” … no doubt she would be in store moaning that the shelves weren’t fully stocked, but I doubt she made the connection. Most people see lorries as something slow and in the way and forget that we are delivering things they want. Maybe they would prefer 28 vans turning up instead of a single artic
And why does ARTIC show up as a spelling error on a truckers website■■?
Latique:
we have a regular hazardous waste collection of ash &clinker from a councill crematorium near Halifax its a beautiful setting at the top of a twisting tree lined road usually a few folk visiting loved ones resting place and the occasional funeral when i roll up in my 7.5t truck . lots of tutting and sharp looks from them and double takes from funeral goers .we show respect by not moving the truck or loading etc during any service but have still had complaints or some old kermudgeon pointing at the 7.5t weight limit signs at the entrance
Right slight morbid question - I thought the families took all the ashes in an urn?? How the hell do you load the stuff? In sacks or something?
Not a job I’d fancy if I’m honest. I’ve never seen a truck in a cemetery or near a crematorium.
its the stuff that doesent go into the urn full of cadmiuim mercury etc its in 70 litre clip top mausers usualy enough for two pallets plus once a year the filters from the the flue tbh doesent realy faze me its just waste am more worried by hydrofluric acid or cyanide those two are nasty [zb] and kill
Well you’re not wrong there, the other stuff I wouldnt touch, don’t know why, just not for me
Once took a wrong turning in a Belgian village, not sure if there was a wt limit but if there wasn’ t there sure as hell should have been.
Road got narrower and narrower with a convoy of cars behind.
Only place to turn around was at the entrance to an old medieval chapel, I had visions of me demolishing it after it had been up all those years .
I had numerous shunts and an audience gathered.
I eventually got it round amidst all the dirty looks, tutting and Flemmish abuse. It was a Belgian regd truck so they all assumed I understood and looked vacant and puzzeled when I just gave them an embarassed smile.
Got away as quick as I could. with no damage luckily, apart from a few tyre marks on grass.
When driving through weight limits in an artic, I like to saunter past the duck pond in the little village and engage with the local nimbys. I take my time, using a megaphone so they can hear me over the rumbling exhaust pipe and hissing airbrakes. Think this:-
Before exiting I’ll often park my artic outside Jason and Lottie’s house and nip and and buy a local expensive cheese made by some bloody fantastic local poshos. Really makes me feel middle class. Then I BRUUUUM off and toot my air horns. Those locals love it. I have loads of spotters; they’re always writing eager reports of my sightings to the council.
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with no damage luckily, apart from a few tyre marks on grass.