(I posted this on my fazebook and figured I'd re-post here as well.....)
Wanted to relay something that happened this past Sunday to all my truck and firetruck buddies.
I was driving the 1978 Hahn (privately owned by my father and our family) truck has a 671T Detroit and an Allison HT740D automatic transmission. We were headed south on Route 130 in Pennsauken and going to the CLAFAA muster at Cooper River Park. JoJo was in her car seat, belted in and Cody and Casey were belted in (all in the cab.) Weather was clear, sunny and hot. Time was about 9:45am and traffic was moderate for a Sunday morning on Route 130. It should be noted that the water tank was empty and aside from 1200' of LDH, there was minimal amounts of misc equipment and tools on board.
I was in the right-hand lane. We had just accelerated from a full stop at a traffic light, and had gone maybe 1/4 of a mile. I estimate my road speed to have been 40-45mph. A work-type van came up on my left side (middle lane) which I did see in the mirror. I noted it as he was trucking along at a pretty good clip. He gets in front of me, and swerves right into my lane and applies his brakes to make a right-hand turn.
I immediately stomped on the brake and did so, so hard that the engine stalled. Yes, the engine stalled. Never had that happen before. As this happens, the ass end of the truck fishtails into the center lane. So I am steering left into the fishtail (as we all do when we fishtail in the snow) when I figure out "oh darn, I lost the power steering, why?.....(except I didn't say "darn...") thats when I figured out the engine had stalled. So with one hand on the wheel holding it into a left steer, I used my right hand to drop the transmission into neutral, then back onto the wheel and left hand onto the starter button. Once the engine had lit back off, I of course had steering control and gently accellerated was able to recover quickly. I got the truck back into the right hand lane and recovered my self. My blood pressure lowered back down 3 hours later and I think my bunghole pucker opened up later that night. The brand new steer tires now have an inch of tread missing in one spot.
I was just out on a Sunday drive in a privately owned antique rig with no water or equipment. What would the outcome have been if I had a full load of water and hose? Would the truck have rolled? Should it have rolled being as light as it was? What if I didnt think to steer into the fishtail? What would have happened if it were an in-service piece of apparatus and I was driving to a run?
Moral of the story: I credit a few years of driving rigs, coupled with knowing my equipment (I was able to use the "detent gates" on the transmission shift to drop it into neutral without looking and also knew where to look for the starter button on the dash.....all while working to recover the rig in a rapid deceleration situation on a major highway. Instinct kicked in and I knew to steer into the fishtail and also to gently accelerate once I had the engine back up.
Know your shit people. Know your dash boards, control panels and buttons and try to be able to manipulate them blindfolded. Be cognizant of your surroundings at all times. I kick myself in the ass for not paying more close attention to the asshole- I did see him in the mirror coming up along side of me at a good clip but I figured he was just in a hurry to get down the road.