THE FORKIE PHILOSOPHER
Mindless Musings
Category: Potential Death or Serious Injury: True Stories
True tales
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Driving to work down Canal road with Hanson blaring on the radio; the lyrics of “MMM Bop” ringing through my head. I turned into the S bend like I had done dozens of times doing this drive every morning; why should today be any different? What happens next is still a blur to this day.…
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While contemplating the perils of reversing out of my driveway, I was reminded of another near miss. This was not as long ago. I was reversing out of my driveway as I have done thousands of times. Today did not seem to be any kind of exception. I was checking my mirrors and moving out…
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I was so excited to finally get my licence. I was a late starter, and I failed my Ps test 3 times. I was so nervous every time I took the test, and I made silly mistakes which prevented me from passing; but today I finally have it. Last night Sydney had been awarded the…
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There was a cacophony of noise and activity in the yard as usual. I was helping my father and his mate on the brewery truck again. We were in the depot at Clyde loading up with cartons of beer on pallets for the day. I was up on top of the pallets that were sitting…
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I was just lurking about on the dock this one afternoon at work. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Daniel drive into the back of a trailer on his forklift. Next I heard the crunching sound of the dock leveller dropping down because the truck had pulled away from the dock.…
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I was just a kid, around 10 or 11, accompanying my dad driving around the back streets of Marrickville. Going up one particularly steep hill there was a small utility truck ahead of us. There were two kids sitting in the back of this truck with one leg each hanging out. The kids in the…
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It’s easy to forget you are driving a lethal weapon when you are operating a forklift. Things have a way of getting really hectic and you get caught up in the chaos. There are so many things you need to think about at once: You need to be wary of the load you are carrying…
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Driving home from my job in Banksia I usually turned down Bestic Street. This was a day much unlike any other and I was happily driving on my way home. I made the turn I had done so many times before and was musing about what I would do when I got home. My mind…
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I don’t remember who I was with, but I know there were three of us. We were standing on the median strip on the Princes Highway, Tempe, facing east. Behind us northbound traffic was flowing constantly and the south bound in front of us was doing the same. Probably should have walked down to the…
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We were staying in a caravan on the beach down at Coledale. Earlier in the day when we arrived, I had noticed what looked like a cave up one end of the beach. After a night of drinking and debauchery at a pub in Thirroul we had all returned to the caravan. Pot was on…
