Not exactly a rant more of a sob story
I drive a DAF XF for a theatre tour pulling a 13.6 metre trailer and this weekend we had two shows, one in Creepy Crawley on the Friday and Saturday was in the Majestic Theatre Retford. It’s quite a small theatre down a side street with a dead end and I had two option of reverse to get to the loading dock.
Option A was to reverse round the block so to speak. A simple reverse into Coronation Street, then straight back for 150 yards and round another corner and into the loading bay. That option wasn’t available as there were cars parked on the nearside preventing me backing into Corrie St
Option B was to drive into Corrie St, then right into a Police car park and reverse straight back. That was also unavailable as a police car was parked right on the edge of the entrance so that prevented me from getting into the car park. So I backed out of the car park and plonked the handbrake on and had a think. At this point the disabled parking bays on my nearside were empty. So I jump out of the cab, spark up a ciggie and chat with the crew, who turn up before me to reccy the get in and act as banksmen for me.
After a couple of minutes I walk round to the police station to see if one of the officers can move the car but no joy, stations locked. Picked up the emergency phone and got through to switchboard and the lady on the phone couldn’t get hold of anyone so she put me through to control… again no joy, but with the promise of a phone call in the hope that somebody will be on their way to move the car.
So I’m away from the truck for about 10-15 minutes and as I walk round the corner I spy a traffic warden talking to the crew. And now I have a new option. Two of the parked cars infront of me but on the opposite side of the street have gone and now I can drive forward, turn left, a bit of a zig zag reverse back into the police car park, pull out of car park turning left then a simple reverse round corner and onto the loading dock. Tidy! Not…!
With my mind being focused on gettin the stupid â– â– â– â– â– â– â– oversized trailer round side streets and having to pull my card in less than 15 minutes I jumped in the cab, turned key and started her up, foot on clutch, in gear, handbrake off pulled forward and CRUNCH!!! It all took less than ten seconds and just a smidge over a foot in movement and I wipe out the back end of a Mondeo that had parked on my nearside while I was on the phone. Absolutley gutted. My heart sank as I looked at the damage to the car of one of the theatre staff. Damage to the truck is minimal, mostly on the tyre, a few scratches on the passenger footstep, wheel arch/mudguard slightly out of shape and the marker light bracket just behind that has moved but for hardly any speed and distance the Mondeo is scary to look at.
Simple things like oooo I dunno,how about checking your mirrors before you pull forward you cupid stunt?! but with my mind on trying to get where i wanted to go I didnt. Just jumpd in and pulled forward.
I passed my test two years ago this month. I’ve overshot the pin once, popped a headlight in a rigid on a metal post and learning everyday on my roadcraft in the lorry. Im not a mad driver, I’m in no rush so long as i get to the theatre by 14:00 every day but little things like this make me think about my choice of career. The consequences of taking my eye of the ball for a split second peed me off so much that I think maybe driving isn’t for me. A perfectly simple and avoidable accident makes me want to give up and maybe get a paper round, or stack shelves or have a gay hairstyle and work in a call centre.
Anyhoo, moan over, crack on and consider my limited options