Had a baby in a baby stroller start to roll out in front of my pickup to start the day. 4 year old was jiggling her on the sidewalk/ bus stop. Mother 3' away. 4 yo lets go, baby stroller starts to go down the ramp in the sidewalk where there would have been a flat sidewalk with a step-down curb in days gone by, but with wheelchair accessiblility, ah ya. Mother reached out and grabbed the stroller as I hit the brakes. A loud "what the fI&K are you doing!!" rang out. Mother grabbed it, no harm done. Lesson learned.
Day went okay otherwise, essentially. Finished a job. Employee driving the chip truck and chipper, which he took out this morning after he did the safety checks and documentation, I drove the pick-up, as I had been all day (two stops on the way to the jobsite. Intercepted the nanny putting the car seat in the car wrong, from what I can tell.) Leaving the job, he make a green/ yellow light, I catch the red, as the "follow" vehicle in our little caravan. I make the next left turn arrow onto HWY 101. Get a call. Chip truck problems. As you all may have done at some point in the past, relied on a fuller tank, and a mileage sheet rather than drop the gas tank to replace the sending unit, that's what I do. This is what we have done for 5 years. Guess who violate the "If you're not sure, Ask" rule? Gasoline engines seem to like to have gasoline in them. Go figure. Gotta love a small shoulder, filling the step tank with log trucks going by. Evidently, people trying to move over to the left lane from the right lane and entrance ramp was dangerous.
6 gallons in tank (note to self, No-Spill cans fill slowly). Truck likes it. Happily on the way to the gas station, I'm in the right lane, approaching a light maybe going 28, maybe 32, possibly even the 35 MPH speed limit, but unlikely. Guy turns left at the light across me, okay, next driver blindly follows him. My winch is mounted on the bumper of the F600, as it happens, like a battering ram, but I slammed on the brakes, he made it in front of me, no harm done. Like I hadn't had enough for one day. I slammed on the brakes and looked at the traffic light, yes green, yes, green, yes green. "Yes, your honor, while slamming on the brakes in the half loaded chip truck with chipper (the inspection sheet that was completed that morning, above the visor), I said to myself three times, "I have the green light". I thought what is he doing cutting me off, and then I CRUSHED the car. "
Another high 80's day (hot for here) today, and tomorrow. I'm taking tomorrow off and cleaning the house, etc.