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Restrictions on the weights allowed for lifting on site also mean the Muck-Truck appeals to a wide range of industries where large loads and heavy equipment need to be lifted and moved around site. The muck-truck engine powered wheelbarrow climbs over obstacles and up steep inclines of 38 degrees, carrying a quarter ton load. It is very stable with a low centre of gravity which allows for easy load dumping without the added expense of a powered dump mechanism. As easy to steer loaded as empty due to muck-trucks intuitive controls, with four forward and one reverse speed allowing you to work quickly and efficiently.

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