Showing posts with label training. Show all posts
Showing posts with label training. Show all posts

Monday, September 19, 2011

Using Math and Science to Back a Trailer

Learning to Back a Trailer:

(Or applying basic math, and science together)

I had many fun and unique jobs as a teenager. My employers were equally fun, and unique. They enjoyed my eagerness to tackle and learn new challenges.

One of these employers was the owner of many apartment complexes in southern Oregon. I met Greg when I was 16 and had just moved into one of his units with my Dad.

Almost immediately, Greg offered me an after school job. At first my job was mostly yard work, and landscape maintenance around the apartment complex I lived in. It did not take long for my employment to expand to quite a broad-spectrum around many of his complexes. I was soon doing the landscape maintenance for three of his Medford apartment complexes. I also started doing much of the interior apartment maintenance, too. I did not have a vehicle, so it was not uncommon to see me shuttling needed equipment precariously balanced on my bike. Sometimes I would rig-up a make-shift trailer behind my bike to shuttle the needed tools and supplies. Occasionally, but not often, he would let me drive his pickup with the supplies. Once in a rare while, he would drive me to another complex to do some work. But mostly, he expected me to figure out how to get it done by myself. I enjoyed the job, the challenge, and all the variety.

Driving, and fully knowing how to operate any vehicle has never been a challenge to me. Every time I was presented with a different type of vehicle, I took it as a personal challenge to understand, and be able to operate the vehicle with precision. I made it a personal goal to Always know where every inch of the vehicle was, and to know exactly where my view was in the mirrors. To me, operating a vehicle in a safe, and aware manner was a requirement, not an option. It seemed, there was nothing that could challenge me in operating a vehicle. This was my own personal challenge to myself… To not let a vehicle intimidate me.


Nothing about Operating a Vehicle was a Challenge for Me….
Until One Day….
….That was the day I had to learn to back-up a trailer.


Until this day, I had never driven anything with a trailer. I had never pulled a trailer forward behind a vehicle, let alone do it backwards! Most people are taught to drive a trailer in an open area, with plenty of room for mistakes, and lots of place to correct those mistakes. But on this particular day, I had to learn to back a trailer, with only a couple of feet on either side, and no place for mistakes. I had to learn backwards, before I could even attempt to learn forwards.


On this particular day, Greg told me We were going to one of his complexes in Ashland, Oregon… ten miles away from where we were. He and I loaded his truck and trailer with all the needed supplies, and we drove to Ashland. On the way, he explained what he hoped We would accomplish today. The major project was trimming every bush, shrub, and many of the trees in the complex. This was the reason for bringing along the trailer. All the trimmings would go into the trailer to be hauled away. There were also assorted minor repairs to be done inside many of the units.


As we went up the hill, he pointed out the complex on the side of the hill. Everything in Ashland was built on the side of a hill. This complex was situated both across the hill, and also angled downhill. As we pulled into the complex, the driveway, and parking went down a steep hill. The driveway was the highest point in the complex. The parking lot consisted of one main drive flanked on both sides by perpendicular parking spots. The drive dead-ended at the bottom of the complex, and the bottom of the hill. He pulled the truck and trailer all the way to the dead-end at the bottom, and parked it there. The truck was nosed against the curb, and the trailer was behind it. There were cars in parking spots on both sides, so it was tight. About half-way up the drive, was a side-“road”. This was a path for the garbage truck to access the dumpsters.

Here is photo of the complex. (It is a photo of the Google map, because I could not get the map to copy here.) But you can see the layout of the parking area. At the bottom of the picture is the street, and driveway, which was the top of the hill. The top of the picture is the bottom of the hill, and where the truck was nosed-in. On the left, you can see the little path to the dumpsters. While this picture shows many empty parking spots, on that day, they were almost all full.



Greg walked me around the complex, and made sure I understood the day’s work, then asked if I thought it could all be done in a day. Of course, I said “No Problem!” He Grinned, and said, “Good, my wife is here, and I am going to go spend the day with her. Bring the truck and trailer back to Medford when you are finished.” I told him I had never driven a trailer, and I would need it turned around before he left. He grinned again, and said, “Looks like a good time for you to learn. From what I’ve seen of your abilities, you will figure it out. Have a fun day! See you tonight when you return!” And off he went. I was little surprised, but also knew he had faith in my abilities… perhaps more than I did.


I surveyed the area, and decided there were too many cars to attempt to turn the trailer around right now. I figured I would get some work done, and watch for cars to leave, and then I could learn to back the trailer. I also was hoping someone would come along that could help me. As I did the work, and filled the trailer, I noticed no cars were leaving. A few did, but not many. Turns out this is a retirement complex. People were not leaving for work, or needing to go anywhere.


I finished-up all the work, and loaded the tools and supplies into the truck. The time had come to figure out the trailer. More appropriately, the time had come to put into action what I already knew about backing a trailer. While working, I put my brain into gear to recall everything I had read, and heard about trailers. It all boiled-down to applying simple math, and science. The properties of Math, and Science combined are what makes almost anything we do in life possible. Learning math and science was always fun, because it was shown to be relevant, and even practical. Learning about angles, levers, and force makes doing things in life so much easier.

Applying those properties is a little more complex, than just understanding them. A Trailer is simply a triangle, with the two wheels, and the hitch as all three points. The simple angles are the lines between either wheel, and the hitch. The simple angles are also the same lines. The simple force is the amount of push applied to the hitch from the truck. The simple levers are the angle(s) at which you turn the truck against the hitch. That is where the simplicity ends, and the complexity begins. It becomes complex with the angles actually extending not just to the wheels, but also to the far corners of the trailer. The force becomes complex, depending on the angle of the Lever. The angle of the truck against the hitch is actually going to move the trailer in an opposite direction, and also magnify that direction in a rather fast process. The truck turns from the front, which pushes the hitch in one direction, and the trailer pivots the opposite direction. Meaning, if you push at the point of the hitch with a slight angle, the tail-end of the trailer will go a broad-angle in the opposite direction. (Imagine pushing a triangle-shaped block across a flat surface with just a point of a pencil on the point. It does not go where you intend it to very easily. It tends to go at sharp angles, and is not easy to maintain in a straight line.)


Also add the fact that gravity is pushing against the hitch in the opposite way the truck is pushing the trailer, and it will quickly get the trailer to jack-knife. In a tight spot, there is not much room for a trailer, or a truck to go at sharp angles. I was cautiously testing the movements, and seeing which angles, and which amount of force caused which reactions on the trailer. I tried first with the mirrors, then just looking out the back window. I learned quickly that being able to get a trailer to go where you want is a matter of telling your brain to forget about how you would steer a vehicle in any other situation. Now you had to tell the brain to steer in two-directions simultaneously. You steer the truck opposite of how you want the trailer to go, but at very slight degrees. Only turn the wheel a little bit, and see how the trailer reacts, then adjust accordingly, never making any broad turns of the wheel . I also needed to watch every edge of the trailer, because of all the cars nearby. Although looking over my shoulder to back the trailer was easier to think about which way to turn, and how much, it was not very safe. I had to use the mirrors to be sure I kept the trailer away from the cars. This added a third brain-reversal. Now, not only was I having to think double-backwards, but the mirrors make everything backwards to a third-factor. But I was getting the hang of it.


Applying math and science has never been a problem for me. Learning to do it with finesse, and to a degree of keeping it functional, and even smooth is another story. I was determined to get half-way up the driveway, so I could use the little path to the dumpsters as a turn-around place. It took me a good hour, just to get half-way up the drive way. But I was Thrilled! I had gotten the hang of backing a trailer! I attempted to back the trailer into that little path, but I did not have enough room to do that. I straightened it back out, and backed up beyond the path. Then I nosed the truck into the path facing forward. This gave me enough room to angle the trailer slightly, so I could back it down the hill, and turn the corner. I learned real fast that backing a trailer downhill is much easier than uphill. I now had the truck and trailer both facing up the hill, and toward the street! Yippee! Success!


Now All I had to do, was drive the truck and trailer back to Medford. Now was the time to program my brain for how a trailer responds in a forward-motion. Pulling a trailer is much simpler than backing one. But there are still factors to keep in mind. The way a trailer tracks behind a vehicle, especially when turning is something that cannot be ignored. The trailer’s wheels do not turn in the same path as the truck’s wheel do. They follow the truck, but the arc of the turn is not as wide, so you have to account for that while making turns. Another factor is the amount of tail-swing a trailer has. The wheels are not at the back-edge of the trailer, so every turn you make, the tail of the trailer swings out in the opposite direction.


When I pulled into the complex in Medford, Greg was there. He was in the office, and looked-out with a huge smile. He came out and said, “See? I Knew you could do it!” After chatting a bit he asked if I would go park the trailer, and unload the truck. I was happy to go do this, and show him I had gotten the hang of it.


While I was not thrilled at the beginning of how this came about, I was quite pleased afterwards. Greg pushed me to a new level that day. He knew my abilities, and often pushed me to achieve them. He knew I would figure it out, and I would not give-up. He knew I would approach it in a safe, practical manner. He knew I would thrive on it. He taught me a valuable life-skill (actually many!) that day. Ever since that day, many situations have come up where I needed to back a trailer. Often when the occasion occurred, the situation was tight, and nobody else would feel comfortable in tackling it. I always stood back, and allowed the others the chance to tackle it first, and would only take control if there was no other option. Most people would assume I did not feel comfortable with trailers, because I would not step-up first. After the trailer-task was completed, I always heard the same thing from others. “How did you learn to do that?” It was simply a matter of I never like to draw attention to myself in that manner, but would do what was needed to get a job done.


Not only did Greg teach me many things, he also paid me to learn! There were many more learning adventures in the many years I worked for him. He was always eager to teach, and patient to have me learn. Using the same technique, he also taught me to operate many kinds of trucks, tractors, backhoes, bobcats, trenching machines, and other random equipment. I thrived on applying the basics learned in school to the real-world applications. I always approached each new piece of equipment in a scientific, and mathematical way. This way, I was sure I understood not only what I was doing, but why the equipment functioned in the way it did, and how to make it operate smoothly with finesse and accuracy.

Thanks For Reading My Blog! I hope you can have a greater understanding of Math and Science,…and Trailers, Too! Have a Wonderful, and Safe Day! Jon ~=:-)

Thursday, September 1, 2011

No Boys Allowed

No Boys Allowed.

No Boys Allowed by JOn's ~=:-) view
No Boys Allowed

This may seem like a strange thing for a guy to post. But I am strange, and like none other, so I think it is very fitting. This is the poster that hangs in my bathroom. I feel that a bathroom should be kept clean, and if you keep your bathroom clean enough, even the most discerning women will not feel uncomfortable using your facilities. This poster sums it up pretty well. Two young ladies, using side-by-side urinals, and leaning in for a kiss.

Just because I was born with a penis, do not assume I am in any way like most males
Most guys make a mess all over the toilet. I find this totally unacceptable, disgusting, and there is no reason for it. In fact, that is THE reason I say a man's toilet should always be spotless. You come equipped with a device which allows you to aim at the appropriate region you wish to hit. Most toilets have a fairly large target area. Aim and Control. It is not a difficult concept. If by the rare chance, you happen to leave a drop on the rim of the bowl, simply wipe it off with a square of toilet paper. This may be a new concept, and perhaps nobody has cared enough to inform you of this... but you might have noticed, there is a handy roll hanging right next to the toilet. It is there for you to use. One square is all you need.

I learned when I was a little boy, that the purpose of the penis was to eliminate urine from your body. I also learned that the toilet was the primary socially acceptable place to take care of this. (I would much prefer to use a tree outside, but the neighbors complained) The next step was learning how to aim to keep it in the toilet. A few times missing, and having to clean up the mess was all it took to learn proper aim.

Most males claim to be superior in things related to intelligence, aim, trajectory, force, and calculating how to hit their target. Whether they are in sports, driving, military, construction, emergency services, etc. Males generally think they are better at aiming, and hitting their intended target. Hmmm, could this be the reason more women are becoming firefighters, and joining the military? Because in those fields, Proper Aim is a Critical Skill! Could it be that because men cannot hit a simple, fixed, and even fairly large target in the bathroom, they are being replaced in the field? Hehe. (I gotta give credit where credit is due on that last thought. Yup! leave it to my own Mom to come up with that gem!) 

You might wonder when I adapted this view. To me, it was not an option. Aim accurately, and there was never any mess to clean up. Make a mess, and instead of getting to go play, you then had to clean up your mess. I chose to eliminate the mess entirely. My brother was evil and mean to me all my life. He would make a mess in the bathroom, and I was always disgusted to have to use the same toilet he made so gross. When Mom or Dad would ask who made the mess, he would always blame me, and then I had to clean up after him. It did not take many times for me to wise-up. I would make sure Mom went in and looked as soon as I had finished, but not tell him she had done so. Then she would go in after he was finished, and come out and ask who made the mess, and he would automatically tell her it was me, not him. Then she would nail him for lying to her. It did not take long for her to see how he was trying to always blame me. Mom got in the habit of  checking after each of us had used it, and knew I was spotless.

I have always had female friends, and roommates. There has Never been a single one who found a messy toilet from me. Sadly, their own boyfriends would leave it a mess, and could not grasp the concept. There have been many times in my life where I have actually banned some men from using my bathroom. I should not have to go in with bleach, and gloves after a guest in my home uses the toilet. They are a guest in my home. That means they must respect my home, and not trash it. I have had the occasional male roommate, and I have actually seen a few that do know how to aim. They are rare. Some of the male roommates I have had, I just had to find a way to survive living where the toilet was not clean. I always celebrated when it was time for them to move out.

I often hear men say to their boys "If you shake it more than twice, you are playing with it." What The Hell?? Why would anyone shake it when they were done?? Do they not understand the concept of a hose, filled with liquid, shaken about wildly makes splatter? Why would they want to shake it all over the entire bathroom, their pants, their shoes, and anything else in the region?? Ok, guys, it really is simple: Aim. Then, simply squeeze, Do Not Shake. Not a single drop goes anywhere but in the bowl. 

When I was married, she had two boys. A three year old, and a four year old. Prior to me entering their life, nobody cared enough to teach them how to use the toilet. All they knew was drop their pants, and let it go. I did not have the option to ban them from using the toilet, since they lived in the same house. It took me less than a week to train them how to aim, and never make a mess. How did I train them so easily? Simple. They made a mess, they had to clean it up. They hated having to clean it up. They were eager to learn the right way. The Clean way.

Many men who read this will feel offended. Too bad. I cannot help that you never cared enough to learn how to use the tool you were given.

Ask youself this: is my bathroom clean enough that two young ladies would feel comfortable, and even romantic while using it?

Public restrooms are the worst! Why are there always puddles on the floor in front of the toilet??
Why should I have to stand in a puddle because you cannot hit the target?
Stand closer, guys, it must be shorter than you think!