So That’s What Was in that Truck.
Driving behind a truck when it loses control and spills its cargo is never a great place to be, but I shudder to think of being behind this truck when its contents went flying all over the road.
Actually, a several years back, I found myself at night on the New Jersey Turnpike (far enough south where the peeps even talk funny) having to slowly slip and slide through a spilled load of stuff like this. From a distance, I thought it was a spilled load of wet paper. As I got closer, my nose told me otherwise. The car damned near got sideways driving slowly through the glop, and it took several steam cleanings of the undercarriage to get to where the car didn’t stink.
Here is an entire page dedicated to truck spills. Click away. You know you want to.
Via Mister Snitch
But could you just imagine having those beasties grinnin’ at you while they’re flying off the truck??!!
I always enjoyed *not!* being stuck behind trucks laden with crated chickens. In Mexico they would be on the winding mountain roads ahead of you, for hours it seemed. You just knew they were so top-heavy it would be only a matter of time before you were driving through a feather storm.
Comment by Joan of Argghh! — March 9, 2008 @ 12:45 pm
Two things I do not want to be behind on a narrow road – a logging truck with the huge trees on it and one of those trucks carrying big steel rods. They scare the hell out of me. I can just picture the logs or the rods sliding backwards into the front of my car.
Comment by dick — March 9, 2008 @ 2:45 pm
I once was some distance behind a Coca Cola truck as it made a sharp curve to enter I-287 southbound. It had just left the distribution center in Parsippany and the driver had not checked those sliding doors on the side of the truck. An entire rack of soda bottles was jettisoned. Two-liter bottles of soda went skiding across three lanes of traffic in the hot summer sun and then erupted like so many geysers spewing their carbonated colored water all over. I was lucky enough to get through without getting too soaked and then hosed down my vehicle when I got home to get rid of the acid.
Comment by joated — March 9, 2008 @ 3:15 pm
Many moons ago when I was a child I was spending a weekend with my grandparents. They lived about a block from a highway intersection in our small,small southern town. Late that night there was a wreck at the interchange and my grandpa and I went to investigate. It was a semi that had flipped for some reason and the trailer had busted open. It was hauling Brazil nuts. Musta been ten tons of’em. Spilled all over the highway.
They’d hauled the driver off to the hospital and the local cop was clueless so the townfolk decided to apply maritime salvage rights to interstate commerce. People were hauling away Brazil nuts every way they could. By the wheelbarrow full, shoveling them in the beds of pickups, and car trunks. Of course my grandpa got in the act, pitched in and got his share. I remember this so well because everytime we visited after that he’d give me a big bag of Brazil nuts to take home with me. I think just to get rid of the damn things cause he wasn’t the type to throw anything away. I was eating Brazil nuts steady for six months. Even now when I see one I shutter….
Comment by Tbird — March 9, 2008 @ 5:27 pm
Those are some nasty ones. Personally I’ve seen a livestock trailer full of sick cows overturn. That was pretty bad.
Comment by hammer — March 9, 2008 @ 10:07 pm
I had my windscreen smashed by a fist-sized rock from a semi once. I called talked to the insurance company, they wanted a description of the truck or a lisence plate number. Nice one. I was too busy shitting broken glass, swerving and screaming like a baby….
Comment by Timmy Taylor — March 10, 2008 @ 7:57 am
… ever heard that C.W. McCall song “Wolf Creek Pass”?….
Comment by Eric — March 10, 2008 @ 8:29 am
Man, that is just nasty.
And that one where the truck that ‘recycled’ rotten hot dogs scares the bejeebus out of me…where does that stuff end up?
Blech.
Comment by Mr. Bingley — March 10, 2008 @ 8:52 am
1. At least they were dead.
2. So when my windshield gets little dots of water on it when I am behind on of those trucks, I will now want to puke? Great. Thanks.
We don’t talk funny, you do!
Comment by RT — March 10, 2008 @ 6:54 pm