April 9th, 2006


...100 bottles of beer...

oday, Joe and I pickued up a trailer full of beer at the terminal in Atlanta to bring to Asheville. 44,000 pounds of beer. We got off the interstate in Asheville to commence with finding the warehouse. The off ramp was a really steep incline with a traffic light at the end, which Joe had to stop for. When the light turned green, he released the clutch and gave it considerable fuel since we were so heavy and sitting on a hill.

The problem is he had put the truck in reverse by mistake.

When he realized that OMG I'M IN EFFIN REVERSE he slammed on the brakes, nearly tossing me out of the bunk. There was a loud, thud behind us. I almost didn't want to get out of the truck and walk back there. But we did, to survey the damage. Fortunately, we didn't hit anything. The car which was behind us pulled around and we asked him if they were okay, which they were, as was their vehicle. Joe was happy that no one was hit or hurt, as was I, but I knew that thud came from something. Looking toward the rear of the trailer, I said to Joe, "We have a little problem."

Beer was dripping from the back of the trailer. The freight had slid when he slammed on the brakes, causing it to slam into the trailer doors. At least, this is what I'm assuming. The trailer is sealed and I'm not supposed to open it. I guess I'll get to see how badly damaged it is in the morning when we unload.

While it is no doubt Joe's fault that the cargo is damaged, it's also not entirely his fault. We picked this load up as part of a split; we didn't receive it at the shipper or had anything to do with the securement of it. It'll be interesting to see if it was secured at all. I know from beer loads I've loaded before that typically straps are placed in a crossed fashion. In addition to the broken beer bottles, I may discover some mangled straps as well.