An embarrassing trip

Hi;

In my introduction a suggestion was made to me about adding true stories in this forum. This incident happed to me almost 50 years ago, and is still possible today. I hope this falls into what you were looking for..........

1959 was an extremely busy year. You had to fight for a day off, and the only real way, was to get someone to run a trip for you. Well this time you couldn't even buy a driver. There were none to be had. This particular company was an all 2 driver operation. My partner at the time was BILL G. he was also the proud owner of this sleek new cab over HAYES tractor. He was also pretty hungry for the miles. He wanted to get it paid off as soon as possible. At this time we were on about the 6th or 7th trip in a row, (from Alberta to Ontario, Canada) without a day off. (2,500 miles one way)
My girlfriend at the time was getting pretty browned off, about me not being around enough. I told her that I would phone on Sunday morning from wherever I was at the time. Well it was in the first part of October, and was pretty dark and frosty at 6:00am, local time. It was an hour later at home.
I was just motoring along US # 2 Highway, about 30 to 40 miles west of Duluth Minnesota. It was a barren stretch, with no villages or population of any sort. I was looking for a place to make my phone call. Finally I came up to a closed down garage on the side of the road. At the corner of the lot was a phone booth. I was desperately hoping that it would be working. I pulled off, and jumped out and gave it a try. GREAT, it was working. I made my call, and she was really cranked up. She was really upset with me, and telling me that I didn't love her, that if I did, I would be with her now. When I finished, headed over to the truck, (in deep thought) jumped in and took off.
I was just flying down the road like a madman. About 20 minutes later, the first set of headlights came barreling up behind me. The first car I had seen in 4 hrs. All of a sudden the lights were flashing on and off, and a siren started wailing. What the hell did I do now? I got pulled over onto the shoulder, and the cop was running up to me, yelling, Where is your partner? I said he was sleeping in the bunk. He then said, get him up, I want to see him. OK, OK, don't get your b---s in an uproar. I climbed up into the cab and yelled at Bill G. to get up. He did not answer, so I pulled up the curtain, and the bunk was empty. Well I guess the look on my face was a sight of horror. It was then that the trooper started laughing like hell and could not stop.
It seems that a couple of State Troopers were cruising down old # 2 on an early Sunday morning, not expecting anything out in nowhere, when they came across, what they thought, was a pervert standing on the side of a deserted highway, dressed only in a pair of jockey shorts and cowboy boots. He was cold and shivering, and had no ID of any kind. (Except for a tattoo) They threw him in the cruiser and was about to take him in, when he finally convinced them that he was a team driver. When he woke up, he had to get out and relieve himself. He slipped on his boots, and jumped down closing the door behind him, then went around the back of the trailer, to do his thing. He was completely out of sight when I finished my phone call. I pulled away, leaving him standing there (in the middle of nowhere) doing his thing.
The cops finally gave in and called for another, to look for and stop an eastbound speeding truck. When they caught me and told me what happened, I wheeled around and headed back to pick up my lost partner. After I picked him up and for another day or so, the conversation between us was pretty limited.
Why it happened, he broke an unwritten law. --- When running 2 drivers, and one climbs out of the bunk for any reason, or amount of time, you leave the curtain open. When I climbed back into the cab, I could not have missed seeing an open curtain, thus knowing he was out of the truck.
Whenever we went out for a beer with the boys, that embarrassing incident seemed to always creep into the conversation.

----------- Diesel Gypsy