So the other day I'm at the local tire shop in town (that's how you say it when you live in the middle of nowhere) getting a tire patched.
I'm just standing around outside the shop enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. Just standing and looking around. Looking . . . spacing . . . looking . . . doing nothing.
I'm about 30 feet from a full-size semi-truck with a full-size grain trailer. I'm totally not paying attention to anything when all of a sudden the semi starts to back up.
"Wait," I think to myself, "the engine isn't running."
But the semi is still backing up . . . into the street.
I realize the semi is parked on a slight slope . . . and I watch as the semi goes by.
NO DRIVER!!!
I throw myself into action and sprint around the front of the semi. I throw open the door AS THE SEMI STARTS TO JACK-KNIFE in the street. I then slam on the brake with my hand, because I don't have time to actually crawl up into the semi. I'm hangin out of this semi with my hand on the brake as it finally stops. Just before jack-knifing.
I then honk the horn until somebody comes out of the tire shop to help me get the thing in gear, since the air-brakes (emergency brakes) have failed.
I ultimately saved the tire shop and/or the owner of the semi thousands of dollars, and I STILL HAD TO PAY FOR THE TIRE PATCH I GOT WHILE I WAS THERE!!!
I'm just standing around outside the shop enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. Just standing and looking around. Looking . . . spacing . . . looking . . . doing nothing.
I'm about 30 feet from a full-size semi-truck with a full-size grain trailer. I'm totally not paying attention to anything when all of a sudden the semi starts to back up.
"Wait," I think to myself, "the engine isn't running."
But the semi is still backing up . . . into the street.
I realize the semi is parked on a slight slope . . . and I watch as the semi goes by.
NO DRIVER!!!
I throw myself into action and sprint around the front of the semi. I throw open the door AS THE SEMI STARTS TO JACK-KNIFE in the street. I then slam on the brake with my hand, because I don't have time to actually crawl up into the semi. I'm hangin out of this semi with my hand on the brake as it finally stops. Just before jack-knifing.
I then honk the horn until somebody comes out of the tire shop to help me get the thing in gear, since the air-brakes (emergency brakes) have failed.
I ultimately saved the tire shop and/or the owner of the semi thousands of dollars, and I STILL HAD TO PAY FOR THE TIRE PATCH I GOT WHILE I WAS THERE!!!