You know something Kumar? You remind me of someone I used to work with.
Years ago, I was told to train Pablo to drive a semi end dump. I thought, okay, no big. I had to learn. Now I have to teach. I can do this.
Driving an end dump is not the big thing. It's when you get to your destination that things become interesting. (Trust me. I spent the better part of the day running the damned thing.) There are basic rules that you have to learn, such as make sure that you drop on HARD ground, and that it's level. Also be certain that you're load is balanced.
The main rule, though, is that once the Power Take-Off is engaged, you will keep your butt in the driver's seat until the bed is back down. You will NEVER leave the seat until it is, unless there is a damned good reason, (which generally means not real often.)
So, there I am running up to Chico, CA with a load of what the rendering industry refers to as "deadstock." Pablo drives us up, I tell him to back up to the pit where we'll be dropping our load of formerly living things, and before he engages the PTO, I remind him of every rule of running an end dump.
He assured me we were clear on the rules. I had him engage the PTO, and once he'd done that, he opened the valve. The bed of the trailer began to go up. (I should mention that this was an older truck. When you opened the valve, you could lock it in place. A lot of rigs use a "deadman" type of valve, though my current ride also locks.)
I got out of the truck, and a moment later, I found Pablo standing beside me. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, I just got out..."
"You don't 'just get out.' You get your butt back in the seat, and stay there. You never leave the driver's seat while the bed is raised."
Now, keep in mind, the bed is still going up as this is going on. I get one of the yard guys from this outfit, and while we're talking, I notice the yard guy is looking past me. I turn around...
"What are you doing out of the cab, Pablo?" I demand.
"Oh, I just wanted to...."
"Get back in the cab. Do NOT get out of it again until I tell you that you can. Got that?"
He nodded, got back in the cab (with the bed still going up), and waited.
By the time it hit the top end, and the load had dropped, I thought we'd finally made some progress. I told Pablo, "We're now going to wash out the bed. Release the trailer brakes, let it roll forward about ten feet, and then, reset them. Once you do that, you can get out of the truck cab, and we'll wash the bed out."
I watched him as he released the brakes. The truck began to move forward. The driver's door began to open...
"KEEP YOUR ASS IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT! DO NOT GET OUT OF THE TRUCK!"
The yard guy nodded at Pablo. "Boy, that guy's a real winner."
When we got back to our yard, I got called into the office. I was told if I ever yelled at another driver again, I'd be fired.
Are you beginning to get the idea, Kumar? People are telling you, time and again, what they know WORKS. You keep coming up with all these "even-if?" situations, like a frigging five year old, and the reality is that all you're doing is screwing with people's heads. Get it straight, Ace: "Even-if?" does not apply.
To put it bluntly, there's something malicious about this intentional incompetence on your part, Kumar. You're obviously not stupid, but you're continuing to play this game of yours, and for what reason? In the end, because no one lives in a vacuum, you'll wind up giving someone some "helpful" advice which will ultimately kill them. And when it's all been said and done, you can't even claim good intentions, or even that this would be a well-meaning error, because you've been told time and again that what you're proposing is a threat to the life of a diabetic.
You know who else you remind me of, Kumar? I used to work at a bowling alley, and we had a barfly babe named Kat.
I didn't like Kat.
This was around 1991 or so, and I was talking with some folks in the bar. I mentioned that when I lived in Germany, in the seventies and early eighties, I noticed that lots of Germans were buying Volvos. (No, I don't remember what the original conversation was about.)
Now, the owner of the dump was originally from Germany. He said, "I don't remember seeing that." Oddly enough, the last time he'd seen his homeland was 1964.
I noted that I'd lived there more recently, and while Volvos weren't exactly outselling Mercedes and Volkswagens, there were quite a few of them.
Kat blew her stack. "This man is a German!" she snapped. "What the f*** do you know about this?"
"Well, I lived there for seven years..."
That wasn't good enough for Kat. No surprise.
Later on, I told a buddy, George, whose wife was on her way to Wuerzburg, Germany, about some of the sites she ought to visit while there. I even gave some history of the region, and told him what he ought to tell her to look for. Ultimately, he did tell his wife, and she brought back photos and stories of what she saw, as well as, (big shock), news that, yes, I was right, there were lots of Germans driving Volvos.
Which she mentioned in front of Kat...
Who to this day cannot admit that she is an idiot.
I hate to tell you this, Kumar, but just because someone has a load of Alphabet Soup after his name doesn't mean they know what the hell they're talking about. The reality is that some of the best scientists, if you understand that a "scientist" is someone who actually practices good science, while they may have a degree, is actually someone who puts to use the scientific method of inquiry. It is a learned skill. It is one you ought to learn yourself.
The people who have replied to you have done just that. They have the skills and training to tell you that you are wrong, and that if you follow the plan that you're outlining, you're going to either kill someone, or wind up dead yourself. You have been told that you're making a serious error, and you're choosing to ignore the realities. You've chosen to engage in a smoke-and-mirror campaign, and you're going to accomplish nothing, save for the death of someone.
You're like Pablo and Kat, Kumar. You insist on jumping out of the cab, ignoring wise counsel, damn the consequences, you're going to let that sonofabitch roll until it wrecks, or you'll let it flip onto its side, Oh, wow! Look at the mess! Whodathunkit!?!?
And when you're shown to be wrong, you're too g**damned stupid to admit it.
God help you. Science sure as hell can't.
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