Ugliness at truck stops

That picture is so unrealistic it’s not funny!!! There is no way the colors in those shorts wouldn’t run Unless she’s using color-safe woolite and cold water.

 

Actually she is a trainer and is teaching that student about the finer points of doing alley docks!

 

And the truck has to be from my home town . Smdh

 

Calumet was one old 76 off I think 55 in downtown Chicago (Not quite downtown, but reasonably close to the core...) I pulled in. Got to the store and came out. I was followed by a lookout who signaled two others that there is cash on me. (I made the mistake of cashing a comcheck for a thousand from payroll and personal savings in electronic form) being pushed for time, a thousand problems to solve on my mind related to getting that truck and trailer fueled now and moving to the paperwork that needs doing plus the food and shower I will need to do maybe in Dixie Home at McLean once I got out of that POS CIty.

I was walking with my chin to the ground eyes down and shoulders slumped in classic passive prey behavior towards my truck. Coffee in one hand. Tire thumped (Miniature baseball bat with weight inside for checking tires on the belt) and in short consumed with my own worries in this world. Plus a standard buck special in a holster next to the chain drive wallet trucker style.

I saw two shadows come for me really fast. This isnt nice people asking me what time of the day or how do we go from here to there. I swing into combat somewhat late and behind the 8 ball taking hits and running even later. Clearing the bells and vision was a problem so I hauled the tire thumper across one jaw, teeth went out of that one along with blood and coffee went into the other. One on two became one on three when spotter got involved. I saw the thumper go into the under of my tractor and pulled the blade on the two that was still coming on. The next few moments I don't have any memory. I slipped into just doing in attack mode trying to be operating faster than the enemy and to take them out of the fight.

The number two took off after a good slice.

Number three would not stop. Grabbed a fuel nozzle and put about 20 gallons on him out of my tank in a big squirt while pulling the lighter out of my pocket. He wanted no more of that.

I peeled off 300 of my dirty bills stuffed it into the fuel line man, telling him to pay the truckstop fuel desk because I am gone this minute. Nothing happened here.

And so with the fuel paid and the bad guys working on each other, particularly number two who had a red jeans leg.. and one who could not see from the fuel and so on It was not long before I got back onto the highway.

That was one. The problem was I was about 40 and these three were probably not 19 years and had the advantage of greed, youth and strength. But muffed the attack problem coming one at a time and when they became like shadows as a deaf man I was simply allowing my mind to stop thinking, switch to sign language mentally and process the problem much faster than I could if I did any thinking at all in regular english. If I was to be killed that day I am taking at least one with me.

Fast forward to about spring of 2001. Spouse had parked into the parking lot below the fuel line at the T/A in Jackson TN east of Memphis on I-40 against my express tanding order to put that truck always onto the gravel pad across the street from the graves on the property. (It's safer..)

A sex predator followed my spouse into our Tractor. I was in bunk asleep. She bounced into the cab and kept going to the pax seat (Probably to get out that side...) and I woke up in a hell of a hurry to see this big long necked predator with eyes fixed on my spouse and hands grasping for her belt.

I swing my blade from the bunk aiming for his neck. He recoiled like a snake and vanished from the tractor. I don't think he took more than three long steps to vanish into the truck parking behind the T/A beyond the fuel line.

It's a good thing I missed. It's a good thing spouse was ok. Scared and angry yes but ok. And it was a BAD thing she disobeyed my standing order never to pull down towards that part of the TA Property.

After I bawled out the spouse properly and we both agreed we will never see that TA ever again in this life time. It's simply not worth it.

And you think truckstops have gotten bad? HA. Some have been bad a long time, longer than before I started driving back in the 80's Jersey City off 15C comes to mind.

Today both the tire thumper and knife sleep peacefully in the corner probably never to be used again. There is a colt on the shelf which I trained with and carried under license since 2009 and will continue to evolve my arkansas licensing and training to take on active shooters as prescribed by Law. I wont be playing with the childish toys I did earlier in life. Im too old and slow for that.

 

describes me exactly. Not that I won't talk to someone sitting next to me at the counter, but 99% of the time, it's just me and my truck.

 

Truck stops are also hangouts for people who like to tell big fancy stories in which, for some totally unknown reason, they're always the hero. See above.
They usually sit next to you at the counter and saying anything to them is like petting a stray dog...one kind act and you can't get rid of the SOB.
They also tend to talk real loud and spray saliva when they get excited.

 

On the good stuff again

 

That's for sure the speed at the new Loves in Brush, Co seemed to be 55 mph this morning , those folks need to be jerked right out of their truck, very dangerous

 

Just about every "trucker" on YouTube is a contender for the crown of "Moron Supreme" anyways.

You've heard drivers say, "trucking is what you make it." That's the absolute truth. Opie goes on the web and finds what? Ugliness. Why? It's what he was looking for. I dont go looking for ugly. Why in the heck would I do that? If you want to see ugly, watch the news and take everything they say as gospel.

About a year ago, I got out of the truck to walk inside the Denny's to eat and pick with a waitress. Ugly seekers will tell you how awful Denny's is and how long they had to wait and whatnot, but they went into the restaurant looking for the ugliest girl in the place. Anyways, as I am walking from the back 40, I meet a heavyhauler and we strike up a conversation and I invite him to eat with me at Denny's. Well, this doorslammer gets out with his bagpipes. "Do you mind playing 'AmazingGrace," hand?" Well, doorslammer fires up the Amazing Grace. He draws a small crowd of drivers that were walking from the back 40 and we listen respectfully. We give him a round of applause and finish the last 20 acre walk into the truck stop.

Trucking is what you make it, remember? If you're looking for ugly, you will find ugly in an abundance. But if you are looking for a good, honest living and rub elbows with good, salt of the earth type people, you will find them too. Ugly attracts ugly.

 

I'm not convinced she is a she. Those hands are huge and there is a lump at the front of the neck.