Samut Sakhon Mishap: Trailer and Pickup Encounter Steel Cable Incident on Rama II Road

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In the early dawn of Tuesday morning, an unexpected mishap unfolded beneath the sprawling sky of Samut Sakhon. A trailer truck, stoic and perhaps a bit disgruntled, sat parked beneath the shadowy incomplete expressway on Rama II Road. It had tangled with a rebellious steel cable hanging from the construction above, which leapt at it with the zeal of an overzealous acrobat. The truck was not alone in its misfortune, for a humble pickup was also caught up in this unfortunate embrace. Miraculously, as if shielded by the benevolence of the traffic gods, there were no injuries to lament.

Under the veil of the morning mist, the incident became the unlikely subject of a snapshot—captured and immortalized on the spirited Sakhon News Facebook page. The digital world stood as an unwitting witness to this modern-day tale of vehicles versus infrastructure. Thankfully, the tale was devoid of human casualties, leaving only bruised egos and dented hoods in its wake.

The pickup truck, proudly sporting Bangkok license plates, and the trailer truck, hailing from the tranquil realms of Prachuap Khiri Khan, trudged their way toward the capital on the well-traveled Rama II Road. Yet, as they neared kilometre marker 27, in the sleepy hollow of tambon Tha Sai, destiny had other plans, sending a steel cable plummeting from its elevated perch, courtesy of the ambitious expressway-in-the-making.

Pol Capt Suraphol Wichit, the diligent deputy investigation inspector at Muang police station, fielded the report in the witching hours of 2.30am. Under his supervision, the incident soon unraveled its story—a tale that construction workers themselves could not have scripted. They recounted to the police how a sling rotor, responsible for hoisting a mighty concrete slab to its destined throne, had suddenly faltered. The reel recoiled in a mechanical tantrum, sending its steel appendage swinging perilously toward the hapless travelers below.

The responsibility for this aerial escapade lay squarely on the contractor’s shoulders, according to the police. While the vehicles bore the brunt of the damage, it was the contractor’s coffers that would bear the coming costs.

In a twist of fate resembling a fragmented anthology, only last week, Rama II Road was the stage for another dramatic performance. Chunks of concrete, victims of the same aged flyover, made a surprise nosedive onto a pickup truck, shattering windshields and hearts alike. The narrative, tragically, did not end as mercifully as its latest iteration—the driver succumbed to injuries, a harsh reminder of mortality amidst the hustle of urban development.

The much-delayed intercity expressway has become synonymous with ill-timed accidents, like a clumsy giant perched above, occasionally dropping pieces of its unfinished self onto the unassuming travelers below. With parts of its anatomy unpredictably descending on the populace, its legacy is etched not just in steel and concrete but in tales of near-misses, injuries, and the solemn strains of a city in the throes of growing pains.