That reminds me......of the time I spent in a drill warehouse in north London, just down the road from Wormwood Scrubs. There were two temps (me and a Falklands veteran helicopter engineer) plus a grizzled old black guy called Leroy (true!). I nearly killed myself one day lifting a *really* heavy box of drill bits onto a shelf a foot above my head. My arms were shaking and I was that close to dropping it on my head as it bumped on the shelf.
When things were quiet, we used to use the pallet truck as a huge fuck-off scooter and see how quickly we could race round the warehouse - brilliant fun, but not as good as real diesel forklifts on a rainy day at the builders' merchants.
Those things get up quite a speed in second gear, and with bald tyres you can have a lot of fun cornering at speed on wet concrete. With the really low centre of gravity there's not a big risk of turning it over, though the shared spliff in the yard-boys' hut did add a little hilarity and danger to the situation.
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When things were quiet, we used to use the pallet truck as a huge fuck-off scooter and see how quickly we could race round the warehouse - brilliant fun, but not as good as real diesel forklifts on a rainy day at the builders' merchants.
Those things get up quite a speed in second gear, and with bald tyres you can have a lot of fun cornering at speed on wet concrete. With the really low centre of gravity there's not a big risk of turning it over, though the shared spliff in the yard-boys' hut did add a little hilarity and danger to the situation.