The journey begins - purchased a truck.

Great video! I think @Dave_in_AZ and the OM would also be great guests in your channel.

 

Well, I never had a triple digit truck, but I got passed by a lot of them.

Carolina Western trucks would turn you around in the road. Southern Shaker could let it all hang out when he wanted to, and a lot more of them than you would think.

If you were crossing the desert and saw a row of headlights crest a hill a few miles back, it was that desolate at night back then, you best be in the right lane, for in a few minutes you were going to be freight trained by a line of fast trucks. Those double overdrive transmissions singing, and black smoke rolling.

The things we did back then would get a person locked away for a long time now. A friend of mine, now passed on, would have two or three big industrial plastic mayonnaise containers filled to the top with pills, and sell them at every truck stop, and he stopped at every truck stop.

I would try to avoid him before we left out, but sure as the world, he would see me, and we had to run together, and pick up every other driver he knew on the way to our destination. Starting out with two may turn into 10 trucks in a row before we got 300 miles.

He knew every bar and tavern in every state, and didn't mind stopping at them.

I thought he was going to get him, me, and another driver killed one night at a bar in Detroit. The TV was on, and a beauty padget came on. We were sitting at a table, and weren't watching. Two big guys came in, sat at the bar in front of the TV, and asked the bartended to put on the game.

When my guy finally saw the channel was changed, he yelled at the bartender to put the beauty contest back on. This didn't sit well with the big guys. Me and the other guy were both around 6 ft tall, and maybe 150 lbs back then. Our friend was about 5 ft tall, and maybe 135, and mouthy.

Me and the other guy started sliding our chairs back and looking for an escape route, but our buddy wouldn't back down.

He got his way, the big guys backed down, and the contest was back on, for our friend to completely ignore the rest of it.

When it was off, the two guys asked him if they could now watch the game. He looked, and saw it was off, and said "I don't give a ####, watch what you want". They thanked him and had the channel changed.

That's the night a sawed off, mouthy you know what, backed down two guys that could have wiped the floor with all three of us.

And the stories of just him could go on and on.

Not to mention the crap we pulled at the scale houses back then. Got stopped in a truck with not the right tag, no permits, no insurance, one decent headlight, one dim one pointing at the ground, worn tires, me driving, owner in passenger side of day cab truck, my truck loaded on back on the low boy trailer, broke down. BTW, I was 19, and wasn't supposed to be running OTR. But, I owned the truck, and was running whatever would fit on the trailer from whatever broker that would load me without asking too many questions, which was most of them.

We drove away free and clear after the owner started wagging his finger in the DOT guys face and chewing him out for daring to stop us.

There are stories for every segment of this crazy game. It used to be a ball hitting the road. Now I rarely drive more than one county away. I'm liking my mostly part-time local stuff.

 

If I’d do it do I get the question’s ahead of time like a democrat in a debate or get them as Blair creates them on the fly?

 

I could do a video on how to NOT make money while you're having fun.......

 

Tough week, it will get better.
Not bad enough for you to call OD looking for a job.

 

Sorry to hear this Blair.
Like the brains of my operation always says,
"That's Truckin" and some days really suck.
But at least you got that shady art broker gig to fall back on till your ride is fixed..lol

 

Honestly I'm surprised more of the reprobates in your contacts didn't have more mobility, being mostly part timers and such LOL. In fact you just missed me by a few hours and a hundred miles or so, even less if a direction was known before I hit Chicago running south. I know you're not used to riding at night. Lucy woulda shared the bunk and a chew toy with you.

Bummer it happened though. I'm sad there's no drone footage. The good news I suppose would be you weren't under the load when it happened. Not much consolation, but a tiny W is still a W. In my work, a break down with no load in the wagon is a big W. And just think of all the write offs for next years taxes! Got to look at the bright side of these situations.

BTW, thanks for making my Saturday suck a lot less. It was a sad story involving some 3 skids of rejected product I needed rid of late on Friday. Long story short, my reload broker got his Dad to take delivery of it at his house. If I heard my broker rescue story being told at the lunch counter, I'd be rolling my eyes thinking no way that ever happened.

Good luck on a fast repair that stays fixed a while.

 

You’ve probably already thought of this, but it would be a good time to run a camera down and look at the liners.