Without a doubt, the most impressive scene I can ever remember was a house slab on a hill surrounded by wet, slick red clay. Nobody could get in and the loaded trucks were sitting in the road, grinding away with the concrete getting hot. Three of us were sent to the jobsite; our #1 driver, the maintenance supervisor who would act as the ground spotter, and myself, sales & QC, who would be expected to kiss somebody's rear if it all went sour. There was probably close to a hundred years of combined experience gathered.
After looking the situation over very carefully, the ground spotter positioned himself up the hill next to the forms. The driver pulled the truck down the road about 100 yards and stopped rotating the drum. The concrete finishers and myself ran to a safe place. The spotter threw his hands into the air, signaling the driver to pour on the coal, and with that here he came in reverse, climbing through the gears with the engine screaming. When he hit the curb the truck bounced 3-4 feet in the air, and never letting up, he kept his foot in it until the spotter dropped his arms. He slid to within two feet of the forms. I spit a big wad of tobacco juice and grinned at the head finisher, "Just another day in the ready-mix business."
I'll never be convinced that anything other than a Mack that was grossing close to 60,000 lbs. could have done what I saw that day.
- Ed