Has anyone seen a Honda civic going down the highway with a 6 foot green conical thing tied to the top????

It is more than an aging trucker can stand....

Yes the tree did come off the Japanese wonder machine and caused quite a stir amongst all the commuters. Got to love the genius of the Holiday crowd.. Mass hysteria during the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve... Makes for great entertainment!

 

Nope never, But that would sure be "interesting" to see. lol. people go extreme when tieing things on top of there passenger like cars. It's nuts.

 

Sweet potatoes committing suicide, bed-liners not happy with their function?

What to say to a naked woman or two...

All coming up after the fat dude in the RED SUIT falls down my chimney and leaves me a lead on a publisher willing to take on the writings of a slightly demented traveler...

 

Have to contribute:
3rd day otr. I was westbound on I10 in Brownsville, TX. I spotted the dark sky in front of me and didn't give it much thought whilst cruising along over the rolling hills through town. Had a load of paper from an AL paper mill and was looking forward to seeing NM. About 1/2 way through I drove into a wall of water and I mean a wall. About the same time a Silver SUV decided to capture the lane I was in just as I crested the little hill and began to gain speed on the down side. I had NO idea where the wiper switch was (third day out) and caught a serious case of panic. All I could think of was "Don't slam on the brakes and create a jack-knife" and I tried to feather the brakes while searching for the wiper switch ... I was gaining on her and could not see the back of her rig and decided that maybe a little horn would help. I laid on the air and just as quick as it started she darted into the adjacent lane, the rain let up, and it was all over. That was the day I gained serious respect for many things trucking related.

 

Oooops, I meant Beaumont, TX. Need geography lessons too I guess ...

 

Doc,

In the late 80's I worked road construction for a small specialty paving company out of Lincoln Ca. We traveled up and down CA moving in, laying down some asphalt dike(not to be confused with the female type), rolling up shop and driving to the next destination.

A lot of our work was night work and it was brutal to say the least. Not so much in the work, but in the behaviour of the driving public. We had people throw bottles and trash at us out of their car windows while whizzing by at 60 MPH three feet from us, we had a guy shot in the stomach by a sweet guy who was annoyed that we'd closed his favorite off ramp, all sorts of wonderful treatment.

A quick story. One January we were doing a long stretch of dike on hwy. 99 near Modesto. It was a week long job, lots of miles of dike, so we had to set up a couple miles of cones. Oh, and it was foggy. Pea soup tule fog foggy. The kind where you get 60 car pileups because as most people know you should drive really fast in dense fog.

The first morning, just after setting up the cones we were waiting for the first load of mix, and down the road from the depth of the fog we could hear a car coming up the row of cones and knocking them down.

Flap, flap, flap, flap etc. for what seemed like forever. Finally coming out of the fog at way too fast a speed comes a 65 Mustang with a teenager behind the wheel, laughing like crazy.

We weren't too amused as we had to go back and set the cones up again, which we did.

Next morning, just after the cones go up same thing happens, we hear the cones being run over for a mile and out of the fog comes the Mustang with the jackass kid in it.

We were less amused than the previous day, and back we went to set the cones up.

An hour later I was walking behind the 10 wheeler pulling our conveyer and my partner hands me an orange cone and says, "hold this upside down on the ground". I ask him why. He says, "just do it". I held the cone and he proceeded to fill it with semi-cool asphalt. Suddenly the light bulb went on and I just started to laugh.

Next morning we put the cones out, with the asphalt filled cone mixed in towards the end of the run. A few minutes later out of the foggy soup we hear the cones being run down. Flap, flap, flap, flap, flap, BANG! and the sound of tires screeching. We just looked at each other and started to laugh. Not long after here comes the mustang going much slower than normal with a caved in front bumper and a mangled grill.

We just smiled and waved and the kid drove by pretending not to notice us. The little SOB never ran over our cones again.

 

LOL-one of the pre-requisites of truck driving :P

 

Now that was funny! :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

 

Recently, my bride of 25 years discovered a page from the journal and asked me why I didn't tell her about the incident scribbled on the paper.

I told her that there really was nothing to tell....

As mentioned elsewhere in this epic I mentioned that I did a part time gig with Purolator Courier.

On a rather warm, for New Jersey, spring day I made a delivery to a house in an upscale neighbourhood in northern New Jersey. I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door. I rang the bell one more time and was ready to leave when, I heard a voice from the backyard telling to come through the gate.
Well, not wanting to bring the package back I went through the gate and rounded the corner of the house to find a middle aged woman sunbathing in a lounge chair on the patio.

I handed her the package and asked her to sign the run sheet all the while trying not to look at her and also worrying that her spouse may step out and beat me severely.

Needless to say I left the backyard in a hurry. When I got back to the truck I radioed the dispatch person and told him that I needed to take a break to cool off and calm down. He asked me why but I wouldn't tell him until I got back to the terminal.

I did say to my bride that there was really nothing to tell. She stayed mad for about a half hour then asked if the woman was pretty. I told her that I didn't really notice as I kept my eyes closed most of the time and that I wasn't attracted to "older" women!!

 

Orange spots on an Interstate or, MORE FUN WITH FLYING OBJECTS!!!

A while back I was cruising east bound on I-40 and kept noticing orange blotches on the concrete, some in the left lane and a multitude in the right lane. The phenomenon peaked my curiosity until, I came up behind a bottom-dump trailer loaded down with little brown objects. Nothing unusual for an agriculture state but what was interesting was, the little brown objects were leaping off the left side of the trailer not the right. I eased the my tank wagon into the left lane and attempted to call the driver of the "suicide" wagon on the CB. A small disclaimer: I very rarely use a CB however, in this case, I made an exception.

I asked the driver if he knew how to tarp the load he was hauling. The response was mostly incoherent which, didn't surprise me at all. I then figured a little levity would be better so, I asked the driver if he had noticed that his passengers were exiting before they paid the fare. More incoherence.

I gave up and passed the truck. As I was pulling back in to the right lane I noticed a Black and Silver with flashing blue pulling up behind the bottom dump.
Got to hand it to a "concerned citizen"

I could just imagine the dispatcher issuing the call: "I-40 eastbound, truck losing sweet potatoes......"