For this month's installment of Good Trucks Gone Bad, it's really not the truck's fault. In an attempt to sound political, it's not my fault either. During a span of nine months, I was involved in three separate accidents, all in magazine trucks. Amazingly enough, I walked away injury free each time. Seems like my guardian angel can fly pretty darn fast.
Taking a look at our blue Ford F-150, dubbed "Sinatra", I was one block from my house when someone turning left didn't yield to me going straight and decided the full Navigator front end on the '00 F-150 needed some tweaking. The idiot told the police I swerved into him, and it was my fault. Thankfully, the cop wasn't buying it and told the guy to press hard, three copies.
Receiving a new Tundra from Toyota for a yearlong review, I was simply minding my own business on the I-5 freeway when a tow truck driver plowed his 1.5-ton truck into the back of me. He was chatting on his cell phone and didn't see the rush-hour traffic come to an immediate stop. I did, and he rearranged the Tundra's bodywork for me.
Cruising in our '09 Ram nicknamed "Ram Rod", I was doing 40 mph when traffic came to a sudden halt. The Ram stopped with no problems, however, the F-150 owner tailgating me couldn't stop in such a short distance and boom goes the dynamite.
For some reason, no one wanted to ride with me during that chaotic time. Thankfully, it's been a little while since all of that happened and I have not been in an accident since. Knock on wood.
Enjoyed this Post? Subscribe to our RSS Feed, or use your favorite social media to recommend us to friends and colleagues!
stumble upon
facebook