About my 3rd year of plowing, I was working for a company that ran about 15 or 20 trucks. The majority of them were old beaters, but since I had proved myself to be very good, I was assigned to the "best" truck in the fleet, an 87 3/4 ton chev former county owned truck w/ an 8ft Western. Unfortunately "my" truck wasn't ready to go when we got our first snow of the season on Nov. 1st. I had to go out in an OLD Chevy 1/2 ton short box with an antiquated 7' plow and no 4wd. My first account was a nice restaurant and it was about 4 - 4:30 in the afternoon, just as people were showing up for dinner. I was able to clear the lot of the 3 or 4 inches of WET heavy snow, but I had to get a running start and keep the rpm's up just to maintain momentum. I can just imagine what people were thinking sitting down to their nice dinners watching this old P.O.S. truck going back and forth in the parking lot, tires spining and engine screaming...
It's been raining, and with all the snow, 3', it's been tough getting rid of all the slush.
I got stuck using a turn out that had softened up. My rig was blocking 2/3rds of the road. No neighbors were home, and I was just about to walk home to get some help.
All of a sudden, around the corner comes the gas truck I had been waiting for 5 days. He stops and we yak for a minute. He says " you know, I think I saw a grader running the the road; since I can't get in anyway, if I spot him I'll let him know you are stuck.
I figured well, might not have any gas left, but at least may be able to get out.
About 5 minutes later, here comes the grader, followed by the gas truck. I get pulled out, and get the gas delivered to the tank.
Talk about that warm holiday feeling!
With all that has been happening in Buffalo, thought this might give you all a lift.