After dropping a loaded trailer near Baltimore, we picked up an empty trailer in the lot. Low and behold, the trailer had bad brakes.
It was a sloppy cold rainy day combined with heavy morning traffic in the city.
We inched our way to a yard for repair only to be told it would take days to get us into a bay. We were sent to another location, on the edge of the Baltimore harbor. The joys of trucking.
I lived in Baltimore in my young teen years, so it was fun for me to travel through. Yet, I wouldn’t want to do it in those very unsafe conditions, ever again! I do believe our arms and fingers ached from the tense drive.
The yard where the repair shop sat contained shipping containers and trailer parts (axles and frames), literally hundreds of containers. The shipping containers were lifted from the boats and stacked using giant fork lifts. Some were stacked six high. I was in awe. The photo I took doesn’t begin to depict the height!
Despite the rain, the grit (it was a very dirty yard), and the six-hour delay, it was an interesting day.
This is one part of trucking that I enjoy – seeing how things are done, where things are made.