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{"text":"These are horrible guard dogs. I learned this week. I am on day 7 of repairs. There were three large (not large enough) rocks guarding a tiny grassy patch in the middle of 30 or so dock doors. I slipped between the two larger ones and caught the middle one under my truck. Got stuck there. This is how bad that was: I was stuck blocking the entire dock area with traffic on both sides. Maintenance guy came out to see if he could help and asked me to move a little, at which time it burst my oil pan open and I started spilling oil into a storm drain a few hundred feet from the river (man help 🙄). I had to call a hazmat team to rescue the river. My coworker was laughing at me. Another driver in another vehicle. So...so not funny. I've never been in an accident before not in a car or truck. Once I was alone I balled my eyes out. Then they started to direct traffic between the back of my trailer and the door which is also an incredibly tight maneuver. I just pushed my back up against the truck and prayed for no more accidents. Lots of scary little moves from them and a tow for me and I finally escaped to a freightliner where I am still sitting 7 days later with mystery oil leaks, overcharges at hotels and the biggest nightmare ever. little rocks, I hate you. if I'm not fired, I declare war on unmarked barriers small enough to slide under and damage the engine of my vehicle. even road spikes have warning labels. death to the little rock guards. that means you too, blue beacon. I'm coming for you.....","videos":"[]","link":"{}","pics":"[]","canComment":true,"externalShare":false} |
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