Interesting cases of truckers story. Stories about the trucker

There is a certain category of people for whom the road is the main meaning of their lives. Father Danil Zasibina was a trucker. From childhood, the boy dreamed of walking on him, and also rustled on the roads of Russia and the whole world. It was fascinated by clear separation lines, a brilliant coating of asphalt, a series of cities and villages, flashed behind the glass of the car. Denil's dream came true, and in 1999 he became a driver of international transport.

Daniel Zasina has an abnormal working day: it can start at 5, and at 14 o'clock in the afternoon. The start of shift depends on the previous flight ended late. It often happens that it is necessary to work at night, but to rest on day.

The truck cab is equipped with a tachograph - a special device, with which the transport inspection monitors compliance with the labor regime and recreation of drivers. Truckers have the right to work for no more than 9 hours a day. After that, they must necessarily relax.

According to Danil, European inspectors are very strictly followed by observing labor standards. When identifying violations, they may finf by several thousand euros. There is no such strict control in Russia. The system began to develop only from this year, but not all cars are equipped with the necessary equipment.

Danil rides on a white cargo tractor Daf German production. The weight of the car exceeds 17 tons, and its length is 17 meters. Despite the huge wagon dimensions, the driver says that it is satisfied with the control. It just needs to get used to it.

Danil Zasina has no time for long conversations. The trucker needs to go on the road, because for today's night he plans to cross Belarus. In the daytime, when the air warms more than 25 degrees, the movement of heavy vehicles is prohibited on the roads of this country. Moreover, few people will enjoy the long parking lot on the hot asphalt.

Truckers from Russia - Masters for all hands

Not in a hurry to turn the steering wheel, Danil Zazhibin says that in former times, truckers often had to eliminate various problems of their car. Europeans considered Russian truckers drivers masters for all hands. They could replace not only wheels or brake linings, but also perform major engine repair. But today's equipment modern cars It does not "have" to independent troubleshooting: with any serious breakdown, you have to contact the service.

In the car Danil installed a radio, from which men's voices are heard. Other drivers with excitement "Looking around a bone" someone else.

Danil explains that all wagons are equipped with wagons tuned for one wave. They help drivers when they occur unforeseen situations. With the help of the truckers, truckers can discuss the road situation or simply talk to any topic that interests them. It is worth a question in the waters, and the conversation is tied by itself.

Comfort and convenience of modern heavy trucks

Modern trucks Largely different from their predecessors. Today, they are rightfully, you can call the houses on the wheels. The cabin is so high, which allows the driver to stand in full growth. Here, for driver's seat, There is a comfortable sleeping place with a blanket, a mattress and a pillow. And if it is removed, you can see a hiking kitchen with a fridge and stove.

It is worth saying that the car's cabin, which drives Danil Zazhibin, is not decorated with various minor items, so often found in torpedoes of heavy trucks. The driver believes that they interfere with a normal review, so only an icon is installed in its machine.

Suitable for a lunch break, which usually lasts 45 minutes. If you choose between the campaign in the cafe and the adoption of food in the car, then most truckers will stop in the second version. Time completely allows you to prepare something worthwhile. Some drivers are snacking sandwiches, and someone prefers a full lunch.
Smiling, Danil says that one day he, even fried her pancakes. And some drivers, in general, can cook jam. During long-term parking truckers always prepare their food, and it turns out that they are quite good. And if the daily dishes are tired, then other drivers will never refuse a new, useful recipe.

If you go to the cafe every day, then there is no money for it. Truckers engaged in international transportation trying to eat in public institutions in no further Poland. For example, a very modest breakfast in Germany costs at least 500 rubles. That is why drivers are much more profitable to prepare lunch themselves.

TRANSFEREN'S DOWNERS - STARTER DIFFERENTS

A white truck with Russian numbers stops to replenish fuel reserves. To pour full tank, it is necessary a lot of time, because it accommodates 1.5 tons. Despite the not too high quality of the Russian diesel fuel, truckers are trying to refuel in their homeland, because the prices of fuel in Russia are 2 times lower. While the tank is filled, Danil talks about the purpose of the small platform, on which there are several bigges. It turns out that the bulk of such sites is not free, but it is unlikely to rest normally.

According to the trucker, high-quality parking is quite small in any country of the world. It forces drivers to travel a few places. Nevertheless, if we compare Russia and other states, then, for example, in Germany you can take a shower and wipe off the clothes. In the Russian territory you are unlikely to find such a parking lot. Having stopped at the selected place, some drivers prefer to spend time alone, while others are discussing news in the company with colleagues.

Polite truckers

By turning fuel, Danil continues his way. With favorable road conditions A truck can drive at a speed of 90 km / h. This is the maximum limiter installed for heavy trucks. If the trucker does not detain traffic jams or repair on the roads, then in the day it can drive almost 700 km.

My interlocutor is surprised to noted that recently, the roads were stopped standing on the road siders. In previous years, they did not stop the summer heat, nor winter stop.

Danil has no partner, but it does not mean that he misses the way. A man can admire the surrounding landscapes and communicate on the radio with other truckers drivers. Music rhythms do not subside in the car: mainly from the radio the disco 80s or Spanish music sounds. Following the truck, two "cars" are moving. Danil sees that the road is empty and blinking turn signals, telling drivers that the way for overtaking is free. Truck drivers are famous for their politeness.

As is known, truckers, mostly become professional drivers. But despite this, on the road, car accidents are not uncommon. Bolshellomes are not distinguished by good maneuverability, so they are quite difficult to get out of the drift. If you get to the wet side of the road, a 20-ton "bulkdin" can turn over or fly to the oncoming lane. IN winter time Truckers are experiencing other difficulties: their machines are difficult to enter the ice hill or break away from the snowy "Mesiv". To facilitate the solution of such problems, Danil Zasine opted his choice on mechanical box Transmissions.

Truckers are dedicated: love for the road

What is the main quality distinguishes truckers drivers? Our interlocutor believes that these are patience. The day for a day does not have to: sometimes the change is very calm, and sometimes the driver has to spend a lot of her nerves. Probably, each trucker attended the thoughts to quit their work. But sitting at home and calming down a little, it begins to pull him again. The road becomes a lifestyle. Real truckers do not present their existence without movement. Love for the road, practically, develops dependent.

Driving life is not easy. For the month, the trucker makes about two flights, each of which lasts at least 12 days. Naturally, the family sees the driver for no more than a week.

Danil looks at the photo of his wife and child and tells that his family got used to his lifestyle. A man says he has always been a trucker. To somehow compensate your permanent lack of home, it tries to pay as much time as possible for his family. Together they make a lot of walks, the wife Danil even rode a couple of times to the flight. He said that he was satisfied.

Nuances of the International Dalbag: Border Control

Suitable by the end of the working day. You can prepare for dinner and rest. Tomorrow Danila is waiting for the crossing of the border with Germany. There are a lot of stories about long parking trucks on the borders. For example, entry from Poland to Belorussia can last at least a week.

Danil recalls his own negative experience when crossing the border with Finland. He fell on a detailed inspection of the entire cargo, which lasted more than a week. There was a 30-degree frost on the street, the cars were lined up in a huge queue and moved without ceasing. Therefore, day after day, Danil was in constant voltage and practically did not sleep.

Despite the difficulties of the profession of a trucker driver, Danil considers it with his "road" love. It allows you to see a lot of new things and get acquainted with interesting people. The life of a truck driver takes place in a circle: being in the flight, he seeks to quickly find himself at home, and waiting for rest, again wants to feel the "taste" of road romance.

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Gennady Nikolayevich from those people who will never be called simply by name, unless you have eaten the salt, and they did not go that countless thousands of kilometers, which he drove for their lives. Gennady Nikolaevich from those who are called the chauffeur. These are people of one profession. They saw on the roads absolutely everyone and something they can tell. They smoke a lot and drink coffee. Once from a cup of coffee and our acquaintance began.

His face was elegant wrinkle, and a sharp look remained exactly the same as in the photos that many years. Strong handshake. He drinks only espresso.

"Once upon a time my friend told me: Sit down, we went to the flight. Well, we went "- Gennady Nikolaevich recalls.

He knows how to ride, probably, on everything that starts. And it will be able to fix everything that does not start. At 18, Gennady Nikolaevich received driver's licenseworked in a taxi, worked many where, until the trucker became a trucker. Empire collapsed around, new states and border posts arose, and he challenged on the atlas road roads THE USSR. I drove the 90th, swept behind the windows of the cabin 2000th. Profession, which has become part of life.

"Turn on the TV, they say in Tajikistan war. And we have a mini-plant Coca-Cola there ... "

- Once in the 90s, Igor called my partner. He said, went to Tajikistan. We did not have to go to that flight, but it happened. The wagon went two weeks before, she was arrested on the border with Russia (then she was still) - something is wrong with the documents. Two drivers during this time in Smolensk were killed almost all the money that they were issued to the flight. I have been told: you need to help. Well, not a question. Seli on Tractor, 29th MAZ, went for this truck.

I found it on a stroke somewhere under Katyn: "Head" separately, a trailer separately. While the wagon was clinging, the local people were painted, what the drivers did it - the whole Smolensk buzzed. One drill we, by the way, saw. The other did not appear. With all the money they have 800 dollars left. Igor and I robbed on your pockets, counted thousands of one and a half. And with these money they went on a trip. Imagine, to the kouch himself, that on the border with Afghanistan. One fuel how much costs! Well, okay, you need to go. A mini-plant Coca-Cola was brought to some kind of them: the whole wagon, 14 meters, was clogged with equipment.

Chelyabinsk passed, through the transition Petukhovo - Petropavlovsk entered Kazakhstan. August, heat. Lake Balkhash lies on the left of a huge emerald. Watching: Camel is coming. Stopped. The road sits a girl, her polaroid. I say: "take photographs, please." And she: "Three tenge." Paid what to do.

I am moving to Shu is a city in Kazakhstan. Road straight. I see on the atlas that there is no other way. And hanging the "Brick" sign. How is this possible? Near man, dressed in civilian clothes.

- Listen, how to drive?

Bakshish, - answers. - Pay.

Pay for what? Look at the Atlas: Where will I go?

Now you will not leave here at all, - and gets a bundle with grass. - Brigade will arrive, will find it in the truck. And that's it.

"Turn on the TV and find out: in Tajikistan war. How to be - cargo need to deliver "

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At the border of the Uzbek in the battle. Talk to me: "Where are you going, there is war!" And where to go? We left, steel in the customs zone. Tajiks come from the other side. They are gold chains with my finger thick.

-I zerullo, the commander of the poor, "says one. - With you the owner wants to speak.

We come to them in some kind of food. And the eldest begins to scream at me. I answer him:

- Listen, I am now on the neutral strip turning around and go back. You will then take this Zavod to carry at least on donkeh, even on Kamaz to your kulyab.

Okay. They dug, gave us accompaniment, guaranteed security. We drove Dushanbe. At the departure from the city they met BMP with the Russian flag - peacekeepers. They are: " Where are you going, Belarusians, here war ". And where did we go?

On the road, I fell asleep. I wake up because we stand. I look: the circle people with guns, tank in the middle of the road. Our zerullo talked to them with them on the local, they moved away somewhere. And we missed us. The next morning entered the kulyab. Only there our accomplicer told what happened.

- You know how much your two lives cost? 20 thousand dollars I paid to miss you.

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In Kulyab we were met by prince. I learned the pilaf. Do you think his hands eaten? Not. Throw off a piece of thin cakes and take a pilaf with it. Finally, Nurullo told us that he wants to give anything. I left somewhere and brought AKM. They are not accepted from them, but I somehow convinced that we were not useful to such a gift in Belarus. Then he dismissed the horn and gave us two cartridges for memory. Leaving a kuleab, we stopped, and I threw them away from sin. As it turned out, I did it right.

On the border, the entire truck was searched, a little wheels were not forced to focus, the trim in the cockpit was sorted - drugs were looking for. Finally released.

On the way back, 23 tons of melon were loaded in Uzbekistan. Stopped on the field next to the Syrdarya River. While the local burgeted melon, Igor, partner, took a fishing rod out of the cabin, went fishing. Asks local: there is a fish? And they do not know anything, the shoulders are hirked. Well, he is on a grasshopper with a cloth from under potatoes and found. We sit, fry: at a normal trucker tile, a frying pan - everything is there. Local workers come:

- And where did you take the fish?

Are you a river you see? Won there she lives.

In short, they fed these Uzbeks fish.

How to get home - I do not know. No money. For a breakfast melon, a melon dinner, a dinner of a melon. On the road met our guys, they were taken onions. They gave them melons, they threw us onions, so what is the sense.

Temperature +45 Celsius, Marevo over expensive - Air is brewed. Suddenly I see in front of the machine - the pit is wide, depth, maybe the meter. Shouting: "Igor, Gaza!" How did we flew it? Three axes of Maz and the same at the trailer ...

At night, they stopped sleeping in the steppe. Around anyone, steppe and steppe. Just fell asleep - knock on the door, traffic cop. Where did he come from there, in the steppe? What yes, how, the documents asked. They gave him something as far away: whether he took the money, or he took a melon - I do not remember.

So returned. Under Moscow, I remember, the inspector slows down. I stopped in a puddle - he can't go. I open the door and literally scream: "Well, what do you need everyone?!"

- What are you yelling?

Yes, tired! From the very kouch, I am ridiched like a sticky such that, there is no strength!

Where are you going from now? I fought in Afghani, it's on the border! As you just brought. Drive, Belarusian, good road.

Gennady Nikolayevich looks at the thrifting of the fours. Machines are now others, says, but the drivers are no longer the same, almost left old truckers.

- Youth did not see this. We bumbled in those years in full. And now many will not stop on the road to help, they do not know what sympathies are mutual execution. Guys are justified: "We have time." Maybe this is true. But the concept of mutual assistance and the punishment fraternity they spoiled.

I remember, drove the Volga - broke rear axle. Well, okay, picked up to another truck, we are going. And the hitch burst, and I rolled down with a steep lift down. At first thought: it is necessary to jump. Then I looked - no one. I decided to compete. I went smoothly, and then "stuck" the car in the snow on the side of the sidelines. I sit in squatting, smoking near the cabin. Shakes everything.

Everyone who passed by passing, stopped. What can you help? But at least something: Salo carried, bread, canned food, cigarettes.

And how we paid for the roads, how these business cards were given ... You do not know? Well, listen ...

How to pay for the road and how they gave business cards

- Time was this: legalized banditry. And the gangs of Schemali. Old Guard, who else remained on the highway, they all remember it.

Voronezh, city center. On both sides they clamp me with machines. Stay, they say: you need to pay for passages - $ 50.
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"There is no way out: got it - gave. No one opposed this - it's better to give money and go calmly. "

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Give a business card, throw it on the glass - and everything, the path is free, we drove without fears. And this in Russia was everywhere.

In Kazakhstan, they tried to stop some brothers on the cherry "nine". We have become a vibration trailer so that the driver does not bypassed us. I speak Igor: "Run it under the trailer, wait until it comes up, and in the direction". Then they lagged behind, they realized that we could also something.

In Togliatti stopped traffic cops - it is also necessary to pay. I stretch money to him, and he does not take, says: throw in the grass. I threw and drove. I look in the mirror: he picked up, neatly put in his pocket.

Magnitogorsk. We were concerned about the green "seven". Some of it left, stop near the traffic police. I say: "What is happening here? We were pursued! "
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- So these are drug addicts, there are enough.

So you pleased me that the drug addicts, as much more!

Well, I left, so well done.
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In Belarus, fortunately, this was not. And the Russians have always spoken: "You are good. I wanted to sleep - I stopped and sleep, no one touches you ". Although on the Brest highway, I heard, the German paint was stolen from the wagon. The guy at the refueling was joined under the chambers and did not even hear anything. Outlou ride, and the car has become much easier. They said that employees refueling were with criminals at the same time.

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Gennady Nikolaevich was born in Severomorsk. Served on the fleet, many of those principles retained through life.
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"The sailor either does or does not," he said somehow.

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Maybe he did not earn a lot of money, but retained friends everywhere, where he had.
"I did not become a rich man, because I did not have such a goal. But I have what I want to have. I traveled myself: first worked for a company, then on myself. And to earn, it was necessary to hire drivers. But the driver himself, I don't want to do the fool of me. ", "says Gennady Nikolaevich.

Meanwhile, in other times there were money. The cargo was a prestigious profession, and some drivers paid the currency for the song Tanya Ovsienko "Trucquer" in the restaurant rewound and put again.

Diplomatic cargo

- We were chartured by the Ukrainian embassy - to carry from Minsk to Kiev some household appliances. Dalited a document on yellow diplomatic paper: "All services assist in promoting a car ..." We went with us accompanying from the Embassy - the girl Svetlana.

Near some village at the traffic police stopped us. I showed a document, and some kind of civil requires insurance. We started on the post, I say to traffic cops:

- Have you seen paper? Now you will have trouble.

I look, traffic cops from the post sly died. And the "civilian" sled: " It does not interest me, I need insurance. " Svetlana came with the folder, showed him some papers. I really do not know what was in them, but this "civilian" began to pushing into the chair. I left and left, I think they will figure it out. At the exit, traffic cops rub, ask: "Well, what's there?" "Ay, guys," I say, "I don't know now. Want to go look ".

At night, we fly to Kiev. Well, Dnipro, Motherland-mother with a shield. The only time I visited there. Unloaded somewhere close to Khreshchatyk, got the calculation and back. And in Chernigov stopped near the traffic cop road ask:

- Five hryvnia, - He speaks.

- Hold.

Look: on Tom turn, you will turn left, you will drive two hundred meters and you are in place ...

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Gennady Nikolaevich Traveled on many cars, he still remembers each of them.

Recently learned where my Volvo goes. In Nesvizh, saw her, imagine? They say that inspected, no worse than I had. Only they take too much on it - they will be angry with the car.

And everything began with an old IFA. It did not work in it, there were no arrows on the speedometer. Somehow accelerated to M2, the traffic police stops near the Kurgan of Glory. Inspector says:

- Where are you in a hurry?

And how much I drove?

92 km / h, - shows the device.

Wow, it still goes! Commander, you know, in the cabin devices do not work, speedometer without an arrow ...

He let's laugh, let go, in general ...

"Mishkin Kiss"

"Four years in a row I was a New Year's gift: the rear axle broke the day before the holiday. I remember, loaded on December 24 in our pines candy "Mishkin Kiss" - Souffle is in chocolate. Go to Moscow, with us accompanying. Return to Ugra [River in the Smolensk Region. - approx. Onliner.by] - I have a bridge. What to do, time is. I speak this accompanying: Blow into Moscow to search for a car. Overload, candy will have time to deliver. He went. Returns with some truck-"short". In short, overloaded that it was placed, and 60 with excess boxes did not fit. They left, and I stopped the Gomel guys, picked me up - and home.

Brought to Gomel, pulled out somewhere in the center. I stopped the grader who cleaned the street, I say to the driver: "Want to become a millionaire?" (Then we still walked millions of bills.) In short, he dragged me to the parking lot from the route to Minsk, and I train to the capital, for spare parts. Returned, repaired the car, drove. In the trailer, this "Kiss" - you won't come up worse. There is no money and there is no gasoline - this is the light bulb lights up. He stopped in some village, asked for a suolars from a tractor driver. That is not one. Okay.

It stands near the road with Kanishystroe - goes to meet "Slovak" [road train with Slovak numbers]. I waved my hand without much hope - stops. It turns out such a lock with a beard.

- Good afternoon, I say, do you understand Russian?

Sure.

Listen, Solyarki is not at all. And the money is some pennies. Sell \u200b\u200bhow much you can.

Canister is?

But what about.

And he has a handsome DAF. 800 liters tanks. Molded me canister, did not take the money. Talked, his pavel is called. He lit, and I have nothing in the cockpit. What to do: asked a cigarette. So he traveled to me from the cockpit Camel. It is at the time!

- Paul, I do not know how to thank you!

Do not need anything. On the road there happens.

Do you drink coffee?

Sure.

Then here you have to coffee!

I was how much I could grab these boxes with a "kiss" - so much took. I have nothing more thanks to thank it.

P.S

His truck Gennady Nikolayevich recently had to sell. Times have changed.

"I somehow endured the first wave of the crisis, and there was no point in the second tolerate. Many of my friends from old truckers were also enrolled. Having two trucks, it was impossible to earn. For the transportation began to offer such money that it did not make sense to go. And without meaning it is no longer a job. ", - notes our interlocutor.

The rules changed, drivers changed. The market occupied other people.

"Entrepreneurs from a mosquito decided to engage in freight transportation, Gennady Nikolaevich said gloomily. - They want to ride new cars not further than Moscow and return home to the young wife for tomorrow. ".

He does not complain about anything. Works, as before, the driver. Only now on other machines and in another sphere.

"It is a pity that there are fewer old generation enthusiasts, those who love this profession, as we loved her. This is the lifestyle. Understand, this is a buzz from work - he is above money. I can not explain to you clearer - it needs to be survived. Write this: Profession is interesting, the profession is good - but well, it is in the bath "- Enclosed Gennady Nikolaevich.

Stories, bikes, jokes from the life of truckers!

By the number and sharpness of the Baeks and stories with truckers can be compared, except for, fishermen. These stories help better understand the features of the fascinating and hard work of the driver of a heavy truck, in the hands of which you entrust your precious cargoes. But we are convinced that a little humor and good laughter even in a very serious case never hurts and decided to present these stories to your attention.

(All stories and jokes are told, in the present or past truckers).

1. When communicating with road bandits, truckers need steel nerves and army extracts. May, easy, for example, to demand money, allegedly, parking, if you stopped just a snack. Here we usually produce small rogues, which can be made in place. As a rule, "large fish" is not sprayed on the eaters - the scale is not those. But the main thing is to correctly assess the situation, otherwise you can nourish trouble.
* So, history. On the Kiev-Chop highway many different eaters. Oleg decided to stop and eat. Just stopped, the car drives up from which the guy comes out. Became to demand a parking fee. Oleg had a large amount of money with him, and the second day's radio was broken. "I looked in the mirror: it stands" Tavria ", looked at this boy and understood - pawn. He told him that I had a pack of money. Want, they say, I will give everything? But remember: I will die before the first phone and call. To whom the gift to write to your wheelbarrow, will be reported to you. And these money ... I will return days after five days, and you will wait for me at the entrance. Brake and tell me: "Here, Oleg Aleksandrovich, you forgot. But you will give twice as much! ", - shares the experience of packed with a trucker.

2. * Anecdote about a trucker changing winter wheel:
- I told me mom: "Go to gynecologists. And the money will be both hands in warm ..."

3. Stops somehow a traffic cop on the Smolensk driver's post on the American, the busily approaches, knocks the foot on the footboard and says:
- for the mirror acts, overeating however !!
And he:
- You have a cap for your ears, you yourself are a mistake !!!

4. City center, traffic jams, omnipresent drivers route taxi Picky truncating each other and other machines, among which the emergency service machine "GAZ" -Budka-Tavelushka turned out to be.
Due to the fact that he was cut, the driver was forced to stop sharply and he drove new, head restraints in the middle of the hood, bimer-5, which was driving the "Worker" of the years so 18-20, who decided to frarut Girls ...

After that, he is still a little, as it turned out, drove out, got out of the car and began to bend fingers before driving lawn, from the series - "You will answer everything, ready to make a place in the cemetery if you can't do a new car ...", well, etc. . And so on and suddenly the booth is heard a fierce roar, the doors open the door, while the lobuch goes, and five drunk trunks are collected on the hood of Biimers and screaming: "Fuck, asshole, you turned the bottle ...": )

5. This story told my friend: it was a couple of years ago. So I come back from a long trip (per steering wheel) in your hometown. Well, estesno the kind of tired - horror. Well, as usual, at the entrance to the city, the traffic cop slows down. Documents, there, come here to post. Apparently the squint in me drunk. At the post, apparently, due to poor financing, the tube to determine the presence of vapor alcohol was not. And it makes it means this brave traffic cop by one skilled movement of a piece of paper from a sheet of paper (such as old women who traded seeds) and tell me to make 3 deep exhalations in this crook. Well, it is necessary so necessary - I do. After that, he thoroughly sniffs him and I do not teach anything asking me a question (???): "I served in the army?". I answer: "No." He: "Why?". I (in a joke of course): "Yes, I have tuberculosis!" It was necessary to see his face. He came to his senses only after I repeated it again that I was joking. I tried more through this post not to ride.

6. Good day dear readers. History told me my uncle, there is a friend's long-time uncle Sanya, it is still someone that I can die with a laughter. It is possible to die in Soviet times, they worked at some kind of truckers at Soviet times, Together killed a large car brand KAMAZ. Poehihi, with some cargo to the city of Hero Irkutsk, and here, on arrival at the place and unloading, I went home, but decided to spend on one of the parking lots for truckers, where we met old friends. As you know, our people are famous, We decided to celebrate the meeting. In one of the trucks built the table and benches from the girlfriend, the appetizer had a snack from which it was but also vodka. Of course. In general, it was noted that they were asleep who was, in the morning Uncle Sanya because of anyone who did not know who he woke up before all and In search of Chekonize Liquid, I found a jar on the table with Caboran Ikra on the table. In this moment, the thought of playing his comrades in his head. I went to the bank he went to the distant corner of the wagon and turned out l The contents in a neat bunch, smeared a little caviar to the straw and laid down (for which it was like everyone understood). The best gradually came into feelings and began to gather behind the broken table for breakfast and walked, in the midst of the meal rises uncle Sanya and pointing his finger At that very corner, see the peasants. Well, the reaction from the Unyadek was still what na ... ??? What's from .... and did it ??? Under the outstanding cries of colleagues, the uncle Sanya stroke to the heaps, fade, roames the finger there and lickingly says it says ... I will be someone from my reaction right on the spot You are foreseen and even from Bodunya to see this ... Well, of course, for a malicious mat of comrades with mantlers, he confessed himself in everything. With this story, this story was the main bike of their automobiles, like that of truckers !!!

And in conclusion video

This cafe standing at the road for ten kilometers from the city, has always been a favorite vacation spot for trucks. Here it was possible to eat and relax, before you continue your way. On the large platform behind the cafe always stood several cars. Some left, the other arrivals of the eternal cycle of life. Today, there were four shiny handsome on the site, covered with new ones, and the drivers themselves are located at a table in a small cafe room and led the conversation after a satisfying meal. The paths of the road have repeatedly reduced them together, so the conversation was in souls, like old buddies, despite the different age and place of residence.

Sergey Grigorievich, you are silent today, almost nothing sprue. Did you happen to you? - asked a young curly driver, referring to the gray-haired neighbor.

You know, men, for more than twenty years behind the wheel, and yesterday, some kind of hell with me happened, I don't know what to think, the interlocutor answered with a hoarse voice.

Going yesterday morning on the highway, the weather is good, beauty around. I look - a woman stands, his hand raised, votes. Middle-aged, on the head scooters, in the hands of a big bag in his hands. From where, I think, such, it seems there are no settlements nearby. My principle is not to take passengers, and here it was sorry for it, a woman is still. I slowed down, stopped. The door opened, waiting for when he sits. I waited a little - no one looked - no one. Got out of the cockpit, went around behind - no woman. I was thrown from me, I looked down, I looked at the wheels - there is neither a woman nor the bags, no one! I climbed into the cockpit, went further, and in the shower restlessly, the world around me. So still drove ten kilometers, I don't believe my eyes - it's worth the same woman in a blue handkerchief ahead, again waving his hand. Here it is my fear and stumbled. I did not stop, so weed ... it will be after such a damn appetite!

Sitting at the table were silent, thinking about her.

In our work, Grigorievich, everything happens, maybe you are tired, and maybe what a warning, stories have not been talked, not everyone tells, "one of the drivers broke the silence. - I did not have to see himself, and I heard my father, do you want to tell?

The story is the first.

Between the city of Almaty and Zharkent, the pass is mountainous - Altynell. Solid descents and lifts, the road is difficult, dangerous. There is a descent one, sharply go down to the left. Machines there broke! So, at night, if you descend, the lights at the bottom see, as if the fire who burned. Neither the rain nor the fog nipple the fire. Many stayed, looking for, and did not find anything. The old men were told that many years ago the car crashed here. The driver was alive stayed, wounded all night fire chapter, so as not to climb, in the night mountains. Since then, people have fire and see steel as a warning. Fire this many life saved. And the descent to be called the driver's bone since then.

Sitting at the table revived, everyone remembered something, once he heard from someone, and then deferred to the long corner of the memory.

I had heard from drove acquaintances that all sorts of warnings were, "said Vasily Yakovlevich, a middle-aged man in a treated leather. - We have a driver in the database, so after one case to go to the church.

History Second.

Fucked by fruit, from Uzbekistan. Behind the wheel - the driver is experienced, many years the Baranka twisted, not a single crash behind the shoulders. The route is new, smooth, like a mirror. Neither ahead, nor behind - no one. The driver of the wave was beloved, I turned on the music, all the fun road. And at one point, as the current hit him, he looked in the mirror, and there - the little animal will rock, the eyes of the blood is nalite, yes close! The seventh feeling that whispered: "Crightening!". He and let's read ours and be baptized. He stopped, the spirit was transferred, with caution, again in the mirror looked - the road ribbon goes, calm everything around. I went further slowly, turned off the music. And in kilometers fifteen farther on the highway, just at the intersection of the roads, the bigger accident was - the car with gas exploded. The pigeons of the burned metal on the road were scattered, people died. It would be riding faster - I would have gotten into the grumbling, and so - God was away.

And you are silent, Mikhail, - one of those sitting to the young curly guy.

Yes, I listen to you and I think, maybe, right then everything was, yes, we did not believe. I forgot about that story for a long time, and now she is spinning in the language, he cuts me from memories and emotions.

And you tell us, you see, it will be easier.

The third story.

Four years ago I did not work anywhere, but often with my brother, the same driver was dull. He is in the flight, and I am with him. That flight with us also Pasha, my friend asked. We left, we still darkened, chatted all the way, and how the sun rose, it raised us with a pack, it became konnit. I hear, Valerka, my brother, in the side pushes me: "Look, what a beauty!" I raise my head and see - it stands on the side of the girl, waving his hands. The sama is thin, like a straw, high, sundress on it long. Stopped Valerka, says: "Well, Pasha, moving, wean a girl."

Pasha door opens the door, she serves her hand, and then suddenly it pushed her with force, the door slammed and how he would torment: "Valerka, Topi!"

My brother is on gas, and forward! We rushed so about twenty minutes. Valerka then stopped the car, asks: "What should I do, Pasha?" And there is no facial.

"I serve a girl with a hand, she lifts her sundress to put the foot on the footboard, and her leg is huge, shaggy, and instead of a shoe - a horsepower hoof."

We first wanted to laugh at him, thought it was brought to him. I just see, he is not up to laughter: the appearance is frightened, whirl himself, squeezed all.

Never mind. Back arrived, I got a job, my brother was married soon, and I rarely saw Pasha after that. I know, he became a lot of drinking, on a drunken and enlipped in a bad story.

"Here are passion - that! Already goosebumps! " - Tald all.

Hit him scared! Human soul - dotting. Someone may have forgotten soon, and the life of your friend is like turned out, "Sergei Grigorievich revived. "After all, I also heard one story as a child as if any soul car had."

History fourth.

It was, in exactly after the war. Worked in one collective farm Uncle Vanya - all it was called it. In years already, the whole war was held on his one-week, flour on the frozen lake in Leningrad, did not be afraid of the shell, nor the shells were afraid. Everything joked, as if the car herself from his misfortune. And after the war he became grain from the fields to carry. What is surprising, I heard that the car never stood on the repair for a long time. How many military roads passed how many grains from the fields were taken out, and his forces did not lose. Uncle Vanya talked to her, it happened, as with a man. The hood will open, he manifests the key itself and the words are affectionate. And it works, because the car! And the uncle Vanya died in the spring - the heart grabbed, and the old wounds have recently let them know about themselves. Passed the car with young guy. And what the name I did not know him. So, he returned somehow in the evening from the elevator. And take the car, and stiff right near the village cemetery. That only the guy did not do, it does not start, infection! While rushed, it became dark, and here: "I don't seem to smoke?" It looks, an elderly man stands, in the boots of the military, jacket gray, stands and smiles. Well, the guy, naturally Makhorca got, twisted, talked, and then an elderly man and says: "You, my brother, do not rush, talk to her, she, as a person, hears everything, understands everything." And he myself strokes the car in the hood and whispers: "Well, you, native, the man is tired, and you will argue ..." Parenyok behind the wheel, started! He looked around, no one, as if it was not. He forgot about the case almost, if the old photo had not come across him, on which the excavation of the collective farm was. In one of the men, he learned someone who met in the evening near the cemetery. Well, of course, began to ask what how. It was then that he was told that Uncle Vanya is, he only died in the spring. The guy did not become a good thing, did not talk much, I realized that the car was not in vain near the cemetery stalling, it was clear that the tribute wanted to give his former owner. Watch how it happens in life! Here you have a soul, piece of iron, and there is a soul and it.

We sat the drivers a little more, silent, reflecting on the difficulties and joys of our work, then went out into the street, smoked and dispersed, each in our direction, are not done. They brought their fate together in the same cafe only three months later. Everyone gathered, except for the elderly driver - Sergey Grigorievich. They told each other news, about the family, about work, to them other drills joined. The cheerful company gathered, noisy.

Heard Sergey Grigorievich died - infarction, "said one of the drivers. - Sorry, a good man was!

That's right and remembered the conversation about the unusual and mystical, which happens on the roads. They remembered that what happened to Sergey Grigorievich. It may also be a sign, the bony itself came, and maybe the path of life in a person in God's laws ended.

Allocated all, hats removed in the sign of grief and respect for their comrades. Everyone has their own life path, their kilometers away on the highway. Let these kilometers be easy and smooth. Happy way to you, men!

Among the drivers there are many stories telling about the dangers of Russian roads. Falbandes are devoted to further story about their difficult profession.

Drivers' life is accompanied by many difficulties. Broken roadbed, huge traffic jams, bribes of police and "deductions" gangster groups are found at every step. Nevertheless, truckers seek to become more and more drivers. The 2008 crisis forced to sit behind the wheel of people, distant from "road romance". Today heavy vehicles Increasingly manage visitors from neighboring countries.

The "Cargo Service Dispatcher" blog took an interview with a trucker with many years of experience Andrei Ivanova. The driver talked about the dangers that make up Russian roads.

"Amateur" driving

When a school was required to write an essay about the future profession, "Andrei is divided by memories. - I always wrote that i want to work a trucker driver. My father gave this heroic profession for many years, passing during this time almost the whole of Russia. He managed to visit the Murmansk region, when there was almost no expensive.

The driver's experience of our interlocutor is more than 35 years old. At first he twisted the ram of the old "ZIL 164", and then moved to GAZ 52, which his father passed on.

Andrei speaks about the father's car with a special warmth. It was on him that he made his first long-term (600 km) trip from Leningrad to Riga. And now the driver manages the "scan".

Today there are very few such on the road experienced driverslike Ivanov. After in 2001, the series "Truckers" came to the screens, many new people sought this profession. Moreover, most of them looked poorly, with which they will have to face.

According to Andrey, people who watched the series decided that. The main characters of the paintings are constantly resting in hotels or small motels. In fact, reality is far from movies. Real truckers have to spend the night in their cars. The driver was lucky if he controls the American truck, which is most convenient and spacious. And what to do those who turn the handlebar "Maz" or another little comfortable car? Truckers have to wash in rivers or lakes, as the shower on the track is a big rarity. Andrei believes that the creators of the series did not interfere first to talk to real truckers, and only then take the shooting of the series.

The crisis of 2008 led to the fact that truckers became many new people. Employees of offices, teachers, doctors and businessmen were forced to leave their profession and sit down for the ram of the truck. And some weather is "filled in" and visitors from Central Asia.

Andrei believes that today migrant workers almost do not water the minibuses. Now they are already involved in international transport. In the Russian capital, there is a motor transport company, the staff of which only migrants could become one time. Arriving to Russia for earnings, they are ready to work for very small money. According to our interlocutor, the quality of their driving leaves much to be desired. Today there are talk that soon each people from Central Asia will have to have a Russian driver's license. That's just, whether from this sense will come out, or everything will end with bribes to the traffic police, unknown.

"Finnish" route - the best in Russia

In addition to the immigrants from the near abroad, the truckers in Russia became women and women. According to Andrei, ladies in the West often water huge wagons. Not so long ago, he managed to see a fragile blonde girl on the highway, a twisted ram of the new "Volvo". The car was painted in red and had Polish or Finnish numbers. The girl was so famously overthrew a traveling car ahead that our interlocutor could not look at her. Of course, European roads are more adapted for women's driving. They are equipped with comfortable parking, toilets and shower. And in the event of a vehicle breakdown, one call to the service is able to solve all problems. But the Russian roads are unlikely to be adapted for women's driving. Not every woman is able to change the swiss wheel on the track. The broken road canvate is not adapted for women's work.

And indeed, there are few in Russia good roads. One of them is considered the M4 "Don", which was repaired towards the beginning of the Sochi Olympiad. The same list can include the road on the Russian-Belarusian border and part of the track connecting Petersburg and Vyborg. Andrei says that the road from St. Petersburg to Vyborg was built both by Russian and Finnish builders. Unfortunately, the result of the work of local "specialists" is not a comparison with the Finnish result. Part of the route made by the hands of Finnish builders is considered the best Russian expensive.

Magnitogorsk and Chelyabinsk - the most dangerous areas of the road

The history of truckers will die in many terrible details about the gangster attacks on drivers. In the 90s, almost every trucker had to pay a certain interpretation of criminal groupings. Drivers who paid tribute received something like the pass or check. They had to show this paper to other bandits, "wing" the next part of the path. Only after that, they could continue their way.

Ivanov, with regret, notes that some signs indicate the return of those "troubled" times. Bandits, who received in the 90s in prison dates, were released and again began to "black". True, now it costs without papers. But these guys began to regularly open the cabins, merge fuel and steal the cargo. One day Andrei left his car at Petersburg parking. He says that he woke up from the cold and discovered that money and laptop disappeared from the car. Our interlocutor could not wake up due to the fact that someone splashed with ether gas in the cabin.

There are also simple charges. Most often, they occur in the dark. A few people are suitable for the car and "politely asking" the driver that he will have to pay. They inform you that they collect money from everyone passing to help "Sidelts" in prison. Usually, truckers do not risk arguing and gate the required 1000 rubles. Drivers understand that the extra dispute can lead to even big problems.: Their car can be broken, and for repairs will have to spend even more money. Unfortunately, such cases may even happen on paid parkingwhich are considered the safest. But the most gangster attacks happens in the suburbs of Magnitogorsk and Chelyabinsk. Most drivers do not risk riding there alone.

The gangster defeats led to the fact that in these cities a new profitable business was bloomed - organization of drivers accompaniment. In a special firm for a certain board, the trucker can receive a club sticker and a business card confirming the protection of its owner. It must be said that this service costs drivers not much cheaper than the gangster defeats.

Honest police Karelia

Truckers suffer from drug addicts. Of course, it is easier to cope with them than with bandits, but they can bring a lot of harm. Andrei explains that every European truck is equipped with diesel engine with an intercooler (cooling air system). Such equipment is worth a lot of money. The intercooler is located near the radiator and is located in the access area. The offended drug addict can pierce it with a simple metal rod.

Russian police raise little trust in most truckers. First of all, almost a day can leave for the design of all applications. Then, the trucker will have to come to court. And if the driver lives in St. Petersburg, and robbed it, for example, in Chelyabinsk ... He will have to lose a lot of working time, and hence the profits.

In addition, according to Andrei, the police often "disappear" from the statements of truckers. They begin to complain to drivers for many serious unscrewd cases, which, in their opinion, is much more important than ordinary theft. Once, our interlocutor was even accused of spending money for his needs, and the police appealed to justify himself in the eyes of the leadership. Andrei tells that from all policemen, whom he met in its path, the most honest and early bribes were the staff of the Karelian police. Maybe they affect the proximity to law-abiding Finland. That is why most drivers account for themselves to solve problems with bandits and drug addicts.

Andrei notes with regret that the truckers are not needed to anyone. This is visible even with respect to simple drivers. They try to put themselves above truckers: cut and do not let them on the roads. Apparently they forget that heavy trucks are carrying techniques and spare parts necessary for themselves. Ivanov compares this situation with attitudes towards truckers in Europe. There is a man on a truck considered a significant person.. European drivers understand that railway Located not in every settlement, so most freight traffic takes place on cars.

There are differences among family colleagues. Our interlocutor says that today the driver "Brotherhood" meets more and less. Previously, with any breakdown of the car, the trucker immediately received help from passing past colleagues. Today, even a request for a spare jack can cause a refusal. No matter how bitterly sounded, but modern truckers unites only the desire for large earnings.

Competitions with death

The desire of financial well-being is pushing some truckers for 15-16 hour driving. Andrei says that the state of a person who spent 12 hours behind the wheel is equivalent to the fact that he drank 100 grams of vodka. Therefore, on russian roads You can find a lot of drivers who turn the baton "on autopilot". This happens also with the connivance of owners of motor vehicles. Of course, they will better take a person who can get to Yekaterinburg for two, and not for four days. But how it can end, they are not interested. The car is insured, therefore, in the event of an accident, his owner will receive his money. And a person ... It is unlikely that which of the car owes cares about the life of the driver. Ivanov recalls that in his youth, too, tried to drive as much as possible as possible, until he fell asleep behind the wheel and did not go to the oncoming lane. That time everything went well, but the experienced experience Andrei remembered for life.

Once a trucker occurred the case that he does not like to remember. Almost a year he met on the side of one of the roads of the Tyumen region a strange woman in a black hood and with a scythe in his hands. And then she disappeared. Andrei still believes that it was death herself.

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