What is it with some drivers leaving the parking area papping their horns as they are leaving?
As I’m writing this 2 drivers have papped their horns when driving off, possibly saying by to their mates…
Not helpful when your sleeping…
What is it with some drivers leaving the parking area papping their horns as they are leaving?
As I’m writing this 2 drivers have papped their horns when driving off, possibly saying by to their mates…
Not helpful when your sleeping…
So at 2pm you’re moaning about a little horn toting ?
2am may be not ok but 2 pm
When I saw the title I thought it was an escapee from Buzzer’s cow thread.
So someone rocking in at 7am for a 9hr rest doesn’t deserve the same respect as someone getting their head down at 7pm??
Maybe you need a brush up on your highway code??
“Horns should only be used when the car is in motion to warn of imminent danger or avoid potential accidents”
Some of us on here work nights and sleep during the day!
We do. But be realistic, you’re parking in a motorway service area during daytime hours… its going to be a bit noisy.
When you reach a certain age, a touch of the horn is a welcome addition
Some noise is inevitable, true, but blowing horns is not.
Normally pointless and unnecessary.
It also seems to me that some noises interrupt us more than others do, and horns and alarms are some of those, fridges and running engines are less intrusive.
Not to me they weren’t, On Gauthier’s, my first frigo job, I often used to drop the trailer and park hard up behind it, well away from the rattling, whistling monster.
I find that “normal noises” don’t do much to my sleep, but “unusual noises” do wake me.
Even woken up by changes of engine noise on ferries as I wonder “Are we docking?”
Fridges don’t normally bother me, although I’ve only rarely run with them, they seem to always park next to me.
The older “rattling whistling monster” ones might be more of an issue I guess.
Yes, not so much the noise, but the eerie silence when it stops, and then the tense wide awake wait for the dreaded whistle which warns of it cranking up again. I managed to avoid them for 40 odd years, and then finally, in my last paid job.
When we worked out that we could afford for me to retire at 60, I jumped at it, I am sure if it wasn’t for the frigo I would have kept going a lot longer because I did enjoy the life.
Gauthier did have a few dry vans and curtainsiders and I should have asked for a transfer really, but felt less than confident. Nowadays, I don’t actually consider Paul Gauthier, now retired himself, a mate, but when we meet and have a drink we do have a laugh about it. And of course it’s Paul, not Monsieur, and tu not vous.