Where are the stories from the road?

You do know that was just a story, don't you?
Not by me, but from a friend of mine that likes to write little short tales, like this one.
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When: March 28, 1999
Circumstance: I was working another hot and sweaty day at Ocala Tire Service. It was just about closing time when this guy pulls up in a beat up Freightliner. He said he had a load of hog jowls he had to get to Tennessee by midnight, but needed a couple 11R-22.5 recaps to get him on his way. It was then that I recognzed him. It was the King--long haul truck driver. He had a skull shifter knob and some panties hanging from the headliner. I told the King that we could take care of him in a flash. We got him back on the road in no time flat. Wonder if he ever got those hog jowls delivered?

I believe this to be a true story
Elvis would definately have a skull shifter
G Coffee

 

"Steven, a truck driver from Morristown, Tennessee, described what it was like growing up in a haunted house. On one particular afternoon, Steven recalled hearing noise from the second floor, then what sounded like someone running down the stairs, followed by heavy breathing. According to Steven, he and his sister were tormented for several years, but their parents, who are deaf, did not believe them. A discovery in the upstairs attic eventually led them to believe the house was haunted by the ghost of young boy who may have died there." coast to coast call

He just had to say he was a truck driver.......... jeeze

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I met a ghost in my big-rig truck called "Walker", of all things. Started when I was
bringing 90,000 lbs of wet, split black oak from Burney,
Northern California down Interstate-5 during a really bad bit of "tulle
fog". I couldn't see 20 feet in front of me; all the same, the
old timers were passing me doing 70 mph so I dared not slow down. I was
just passing the junction of Interstate-505 when Walker suddenly appeared and
said simply, "Crash ahead 500 yards, better shut it down". I put on
the brakes and sure as sh_t, as I pulled to a stop, there were 20 cars
and trucks in an awful mess...couldn't see anything till you were
right on top of it. I got on the CB, called out a warning to the other
south bounders and got out and helped folks however I could. I thanked
an empty truck cab when I got back in.
The next time was when I was coming down the very dangerous coast
Hiway 1 from Gualala...again, with another overloaded flatbed of Tan
Oak headed for the Bay area. As I was approaching Jenner, coming
through a particularly bad set of switch backs, Walker appeared and,
over the Guns and Roses I used to keep me awake, said simply,
"Landslide ahead around the next curve"....yep, sure was and I would
have crashed into a huge boulder if it hadn't been for him. This time,
I thanked him before getting out and putting out flares. Great dude.
He was about 50 years old, wearing work clothes; I never did question who
he was or why he would "pop in" to warn me, but in nearly 500,000 miles
of driving, I never had so much as a ticket let alone and wreck and he
was responsible for a large part of my safe driving. I've investigated
apparitions and ghosts for 25 years, both professionally and personally,
(I possess the only B.A. degree ever awarded by an accredited college
with a double major in Psychology and Parapsychology), so I tend to take
these phenomena at face value and try not to question the ones that end
up saving my life; whether they be hallucinatory clairvoyance/projection or
something else altogether.
Never questioned his origin or him....I simply made sure to thank him for
his help. He showed up twice more before environmental regulation finally
squeezed me out of the wholesale firewood business.

 

Mustanggt, the story of the mentor and the chicken, sounds like what a friend of mine had happen to him at werner, same kind of mentor, ate a whole chicken while laying on the bunk and also weighing about 350 pounds, the mentor also had a girlfriend in about every city besides being married.He said the guy also pigged out at every buffet he could find and then fill up a to go container to take on the road with him, also the mentor hardly ever took a shower and wore the same clothes forever. My friend finally quit and went home to a local job lol.

 

Oh yes, but you have a style of writing that makes your stories almost plausible. And that, my friend, is a true compliment

 

That is hilarious PB. I have never seen anybody eat like that. Too funny.