Worst Trip on the Road
This is a story from April of 2008. It was supposed to be a good time for my wife and me to spend together out on the road in my semi truck; instead it turned into the worst trip ever. The story began as I went home for my scheduled home time in Ohio, after which we decided that my wife would come out and spend some time with me on the road. On the day we were supposed to head out, we got a load assignment that was supposed to pick up in Indiana the day before and be in Colorado the next day; which is about thirteen hundred miles away.
We headed down to Seymour, Indiana to pick up the load from a Wal-mart distribution center. I had to drop off my empty trailer and they had just finished having a snow storm there. I ended up getting my tractor wheels stuck on the ice, when I tried to pull out from underneath the empty trailer. The only way for me to get going was to drag out my heavy set of double chains, ones which cover both the outside and inside tires. I struggled putting them on while not being able to move the truck. I finally got them secured enough to get traction and pull out from under the trailer, but I was a muddy mess by the time it was all through.
We then took the loaded trailer and headed for Colorado. Due to federal regulations on driving which only allow a truck driver to drive eleven hours before taking a ten hour break, or be on duty a total of no more than fourteen hours, I was not going to be able to deliver the load on time and had to change out with another driver near Kansas City, MO. His load was also going to CO but for the next day, so I could legally deliver this load, which had three stops, two in Denver and one in Grand Junction. I took off from there after my break was over and headed for CO.
This first stop was going to a place I was familiar with for picking up loads, but I’d never delivered one there. Since it was a refrigerated load I took it to the warehouse we normally use for loading, they told me to go to their other warehouse across the highway, so I drove down there and they unloaded my trailer and signed my bills and I went off to make the second drop and then back to my companies terminal for a break.
After my break was complete I fueled up my truck and pulled up to the guard shack, I then realized I had forgotten to put my fuel cap on and was leaking diesel all the way across the parking lot. So someone told me to go ahead and leave and they would take care of it. We pulled out and start heading up the mountain and they sent me a message over the satellite communication system telling me that I must return to the terminal and clean up the spill or be charged five hundred dollars. So we turn around and go back and I have to clean up the diesel with a shovel, broom and oil-dri over the entire lot.
We finally get that finished up and head back up the mountain a few hours later, again. My plan was to drive all the way to Grand Junction that night to get unloaded first thing in the morning, but this too went horribly wrong when the interstate was shut down half way up to Grand Junction because of a truck wreck. They said it would be shut down the rest of the night. We had to turn around and go back the other way and park for the night beside the on ramp. We woke up in the morning and the interstate was open, but now we were going to be late for our delivery.
It was a clear, warm, sunny spring day when we left Grand Junction to head back to Denver. Along the way we stopped at several view areas off the side of the highway and we walked around and took pictures, at last we were spending quality time together. At the last stop in a rest area just east of Vail, CO, I was busy making some lunch in the sleeper area of the truck. My wife said we had better get moving quick because it was starting to snow. I said it was April; it was not going to be that bad. I finished up my lunch and we took off again onto the interstate.
It began to snow heavier now; it seemed as if it was chasing us from behind. We approached the entrance to the Johnson/Eisenhower tunnel; a one mile long tunnel through the mountain. Traffic was slowed to about twenty miles per hour as we approached the exit. There is a sharp right downhill turn immediately exiting the tunnel, making it an almost blind curve. As I exited the tunnel I noticed suddenly cars were swerving to the left and the right like a V. I looked up and a small white six wheeled box truck had slid sideways across the interstate, I tapped the brakes and I was on solid ice with an empty trailer. Immediately my trailer starting swinging around to the right side, I counter steered to keep from jackknifing and I knew I had no choice at this point but to hit the truck.
I held on tight to the wheel and we slammed right into the back of the box, pushing it down the road further, my truck went into a partial jackknife and landed in the median, my trailer still across the interstate. A pickup truck ran into the tires of my truck as I slid sideways, another behind him pulling a small trailer went into the median. Car after car came crashing into one another, I also later found out I hit a few cars with my trailer before I hit the other truck. Luckily there were no injuries, except for my wife and I suffered minor injuries to our shoulders and were taken to Denver in an ambulance for treatment.
This was certainly not the trip we had in mind when we set out together. To top it off I found out the next day that the delivery I made to the first warehouse was the wrong one. That was their dry warehouse and I had a load of milk. They signed for the product and left it sit on the dock and spoil. Now they were holding me responsible for one thousand dollars of the claim, also my safety director was holding me at fault for the accident even though the state patrol and witnesses all said there was nothing I could do. I was charged an additional one thousand dollars for that. This was one trip I was glad when it was through.
