I remember the smell of diesel was extra potent than normal, as I drank my coffee in my truck waiting for the sun to come up. During rig move we have our 3 huge CAT generators each one the same size of a full-size truck and each having twin turbos the size of trick tires. We must turn them off for rig move. So, there’s no lights on locations at the time which our crew was fine with being a Monday and no one had much motivation do work or be up early like we normally had to be. Most of the guys on my crew would drive to work the night before and then work their 12-hour shift before getting sleep just to be able to spend all the time possible with their family. We had one guy from Colorado named Carlos, another from Arizona named Yohan both would …show more content…
I got out of my truck and fort dressed with my blue Nabors FR (fire resistance) coveralls with yellow reflexive strips on the chest and on the back of the coveralls. Along with my somewhat white hard hat still covered in mud from the week before. Every day before each shift we do a safety meeting to cover what has happen while we were gone and to help remind us what dangers to watch out for during our shift. Along with the meeting came paperwork that everyone on location working must sign agreeing with Nabors policies and agreeing that we talked about the dangers and how to avoid …show more content…
The yellow handrails that runs around the rig floor were already taken down. So, we had to put our harnesses on before went up there. No one ever liked wearing them due to the fact that they were always wet and covered in mud and just made moving around hard to do. Can’t forget the added weigh too. We walked up to the stairs leading to the drillers cabin, just a small room where the driller sits with 2 joysticks and 4 monitors in front of the chair, buttons everywhere, everything inside is painted white which made it look more like something you would see in an airplane cabin. To the left of the chair was a long table with a computer and our huge coffeemaker. On the other side of the room is a wall coved with breaker switches normally blinking colors and giving off an annoying buzz but with all the power turned off it was silent in there. As we are getting ready to hurry on to the rig floor and go through the 2 doors from the driller cabin. We saw the rigging of the crane drop down from the sky we knew we needed to get started right away before our driller gets mad. I got to the door first as I pushed the first door open moving fast, Branden following me right on my heels. I took the few steps to the next door and
Atkins composes a reflective essay to demonstrate how guilty pleasures that are not environmentally friendly should be payed back by juxtaposing his lifestyle with the habits of so called nature lovers. The author of Shut Up About My Truck amplifies his syntax by embellishing his sentences, using descriptive imagery and shifting tones to vindicate himself from the misuse of the environment.
Alejandro is a four-year-old child who attends kindergartner in a school in the Bronx. There is one book, which he loves to read and always carries with him in his book bag when he comes to visit. Due to the barrier of language between Alejandro and his mother whom only speaks Spanish he does not get the opportunity to read books in English with his mother. Alphabet Trucks by Samantha R. Vamos introduces the reader to different types of trucks while learning the alphabet at the same time. During our time together we read the book and incorporated the PEER sequence strategy, which involves and encourages the child to read. I began by reading the title and the author of the book, which Alejandro repeated with me. I then turned the book to the
I did not sustain any injuries during the incident, nor did any other person in the hospital.
My family and I panted as we finished putting the boxes in the two Pine green colored trucks
Diesel engines are the biggest part to America and the world than people give them credit for. They help ship your groceries, building supplies for that new daycare down the street, new car parts for your favorite auto shop. They are one of the biggest aspects of this nation and nobody seems to respect them. That’s why in my future I aspire to work on diesel trucks, I've always had the biggest interest in cars and how they worked, that’s why I've chosen this career. Everyone thinks that it's a horrible line of work busting your knuckles all day, but if you have the right people with you that are fun but get the work done it seem like minutes.
Truck driving is a difficult job which requires great responsibility of transferring the goods from one place to other far place with proper safety. Genuine CDL training is required by every aspiring truck driver to attain essential skills as a professional driver. These training programs are meant not only help the students learn about the possible ways to handle and manage their trucks in most adverse traffic and weather conditions, but also, this training helps them to learn how to prevent any major loss of the goods during the transference.
This is it, the day it all comes to fruition. Saturday night, right around dinner time, my dad and I set out to meet a man to look at what could potentially become my first truck. We had been interested in the truck for quite some time, and today was the day we decided to make an offer. It was quite a lengthy drive in my dad’s old beat up Chevy, but I knew that it would be worth it. Finally, we arrive at our destination, and things couldn’t have worked out any better.
The moving truck crawled to a stop in front of the tiny house next door. I watched out the window, interested in who might be moving in. A frail old lady wrapped her arm around her husband’s as they walked up the slightly sloped driveway. The man caught me staring out the window and smiled unexpectedly. My face grew hot and red with embarrassment as I smiled back. I looked down at the scattered mess of homework that covered my desk. The sun hit the giant purple crystal around my neck perfectly, creating a distorted reflection of light on the wall.
...d not be able to make the long hauls across the country that they do, they would not be as dependable, or as efficient. There are other areas where diesel power would be missed, such as cranes, generators, bulldozers, road graters, and tractors/combines. All of these vehicles would be useless without the mechanics that fix and maintain them.
I had seen my blood before, but not this much at once. I could see the thick liquid flow and ooze within the bag. Without another word, the lady removed the needle wiped off my arm, and bandaged it up. I was heavily relieved. It still worried me that something may have gone wrong, and I was required to have the needle again. She unclipped the bag from the tube and took it away for examination. The results weren’t going to be in for a week, so we were free to leave afterwards. I quickly took my mind off the incident by playing a game on my phone. Flash forward to a week later: the results were in. Instead of a detailed description of my circulatory system, I got one simple answer: nothing was found. This was extremely confusing. Soon enough, this confusion became frustration. My parents paid an unqualified nurse to root around in my arm with a needle and stab me twice and all I got in return is: “nothing found”. There was supposed to be information about how I can work to grow up healthily, or at least something useful. I was left with two red marks and a nasty bruise on my arm for the next few weeks. I also had to deal with explaining what the marks on my arm were to everyone that saw
People are constantly standing up and cheering. There are light-up numbers on a board at each end of the field that increase when the announcer yells “touchdown”. When the numbers change, most of the people in my area either cheer or jeer. I heard one person let out a string of curse words longer than the gas station lines. Such language surprises me. I can’t see the field from where I am at, but I can hear every word the announcers are saying. They use terms I’ve never heard before, like offense, defense, touchdown, and, a frequently used one, quarterback. I remember the hundreds of quarters I’ve seen at the mint all those years back, and throughout my time spent in jars and purses. I picture giant quarters on the field, rolling back and forth with the other players. Why anyone would get excited about that is beyond me.
With 233 miles of routes, the New York City Subway is one of the world’s longest rapid transit systems. With 11.5 million rides taken in a week, it has become a daily routine for the majority of New Yorkers working in the city. Throughout my years living in New York, I’ve found that my feelings while riding the subway is equivalent to taking an elevator alone with your boss, stepping into a puddle with socks on, or being in a noisy classroom. It’s awkward, almost always disgusting, and the unclear announcements that play on the intercom always seem to pair with disaster.
Directly in front of me is an undersized crimson fire truck. It is a Dodge pickup truck, fitted with a boxy accessory tool bed. The hood is ironically raised, as if being repaired. How strange that an emergency vehicle appears broken down. On the end of the truck, a trailer is attached, which stows a six-wheeler. The truck and trailer, inconveniently, cuts access to the rest of the station. Along the wall, yellow firefighter uniforms hang beneath their wearer's name. An ash smell radiates from the fibers. There is a narrow passageway between the racks of protective clothing and the aft of the trailer. This serves as not only a hallway but also a fitting area. My uniform, technically called "bunker gear," is on the rack closest to the entrance door. Located at the entrance of the station, I manage only to be a burden to people entering, unlike the firefighters who have to dress in the tight passageway. Once through the small walkway between the trailer and wall, there are tw...
Camping near Lake Michigan is one of the best experiences in my life. The lake has sparkling blue water and gorgeous sandy beaches. Every summer I go camping with my family. The campground is right on Lake Michigan. There are bikes, kayaks, volleyball nets, and huge fire pits. There is always an adventure around the corner.
My mission is to find out which of three trucks has the best after-market potential.