Nobody is safe

Mechanic killed when big truck rolls on him
Nothing about driving a truck is safe. Two weeks ago I went to Arkansas to rescue a load of ice cream from a driver who had a heart attck during the Tornados that hit that area. The inside of his truck looked like our truck when we had our rollover in 07'. Shit was everywhere.
Anyho. I noticed dog food and it made me sad wondering where and who had his dog.
After getting his trailer unhooked and securing his truck we headed west. The wrecker service had responded to this incident which was just miles from where we rescued our load.
Of course the wrecker driver gave me all the horrible details.


OGDEN — A mechanic is dead after a big rig with brake problems he was trying to repair rolled on him near Ogden.

Police say 59-year-old Gary Walker of Ashdown was summoned Wednesday to a weigh station on U.S. 71 to fix the brakes on a tractor-trailer that was hauling a bulldozer.

Arkansas Highway Police wouldn't allow the truck owned by Harrington Forestry and Maintenance back on the road until the brakes were repaired.

The Little River County Sheriff's Office told the Texarkana Gazette that Walker asked the truck's driver to make sure the brakes were set, but before the driver could make it to the cab, the truck rolled backward, crushing Walker under the rear tandem tires.

The accident is under investigation. Walker worked as a mechanic for Harrington.

Comments

the dogs' mother said…
That's so sad.

Farmer BIL's uncle ran over his brother with a combine - really, really hard on the family. Big machinery, big risks. Will be thinking of you and safe travels.
May 6, 2011 at 5:31 PM
Sam said…
Thank you but Froggy you have bigger worries. I'm always very aware. Now if we could just keep your crew stateside!
Hopefully you will hear something today.
May 6, 2011 at 8:55 PM
Joy said…
OMG! That's horrible! Be careful and take care of each other!!
May 7, 2011 at 8:02 PM
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