Your favorite Tall Tales and Lunch Counter stories.

Yes I learned a long time ago. The only person in this life that you can absolutely count on to not kiss and tell is yourself. And for some people that’s not even possible. Most human beings, unless there is something very extreme as a deterrent attached to said secrets, the first thing they want to do when they hear a really good juicy secret? Is tell someone. they’ve actually done psychological studies on it. Women are worse than men. You tell a woman, a secret, and by the time the door closes behind you. She’s already on the phone with her best friend. Lol

 

Your not very good at stereotyping and even worse at pose’n as a cow hauler but you got some likes and laughs that should make ya feel better about your Grim’s fairy tale life

 

One time I was down on I8 in AZ headed west. About 2am and no traffic out and I was doing the most I could, which was 72. All of a sudden from out of nowhere (I swear to God he came through some kind of portal) there was a motorcycle cop pulling me over. Now he might've been tucked up behind me, but he had to of been there awhile. He stepped up on my steps and said, driver do you know how fast you was going? Without a thought, my standard answer came out: I was just going with the flow of traffic. He stepped back down, looked left and right, not a vehicle in sight and he kinda chuckled and said get the hell outta here....

 

Thats not this guy.

I know some guys are tough and they fight well. But, he point here is, you don't just get into fights all the time without doing something to cause it. There's no way.

This guy is telling me all of his BS stories where he was just minding his own business, then all of the sudden... 5 guys appear out of no where and come at him!

No. No way. That actually never happens. He was screwing up somehow, not minding his own business. If it happened at all, which it didn't. It happened in his mind and he's confusing fantasy with reality.

There us those guys out there also, where bad things always seem to happen to them... but if you ask them, it's never their fault.

And the rest of that was just LOL! He told me he was such a good sniper that he could shoot my ears off at 200 meters while I am running! That's how good he is!

I felt honored to be in the presence of such Greatness.

 

Lol. Read the thread title.

####, some folks get butthurt easy 'round these parts.

 

I wasn’t but hurt I found it funny myself lol was just roll playing into the lunch counter scenario
One thing I wish was true was the fact you said they know better than to mess with a cow hauler you should of worked in something about a log book and such lol

 

This happened near the quaint town of Dillon, Montana. A population of less than 5000.
In the late hours, traveling along Interstate 15 in Montana is normally quite uneventful. It's a mountain state with settlements few and far between. The traffic, consisting of mostly trucks, and a four wheeler here and there. You can see someone coming for miles at night.
It was just a routine night as I approached the town. As I passed an on ramp, I saw an older model Jeep SUV merging on. Thinking little of it, I merged into the left lane. The speed limit is 80 along that stretch for 4 wheelers, and my truck 65. The roads were clear, so I expected to be overtaken once I had gotten back over. The Jeep took the left lane behind me and was slowly coming up along side. I was watching him take his time passing, as people tend to do when they're not aware that they shouldn't hang alongside trucks for prolonged periods.
He got even with my cab and hung for more than a few seconds. I just kept looking at the road ahead and my mirrors, watching him in my peripherals. After almost half a minute, I began to get annoyed, and instinctively looking down at the Jeep to see why the F he was hanging out. "Hanging out" being the subjective term.
He had his dome light on, and unfortunately, I had a perfect angle to see him going to town. I had to do a double take to make sure that's actually what I saw. There was no mistaking.
This probably all happened within about a 2 minute time frame. Once the culprit was convinced that I had seen with a clear view, his private/public habit, he braked and fell back behind me and took the next exit, never to be seen by me again. Thus ends my tale, The Tale Of The Night Wanker.

 

Was running east on 68 about 3 years ago, and a clapped out W900 pulling a dump trailer that had obviously been rolled at some point passes me. I tell him he can bring it back over if he wants. And then he starts his story.

"Yeah I'm just running this old piece for the fun of it. I had a 2019 W900 with a 565 Cummins that had been worked on, I'm guessing it was making over 1000hp, never could tell because nobody had a dyno to stop it. I got tired of running her and put her up for sale. Guy that bought it slid a piece of paper over the counter with his offer and I just couldn't pass on it. Offered me $80k over my asking price. So the wife and I discussed it and sold it. I took a year off and toured the world, came back and I got this gig driving this old heap just for fun. I do alright, home every day, weekends off, and grossing $2000 a week. And I set my own schedule."

I turned the CB off and pulled into the Love's in Cumberland for a shower. Had to wash all the BS away..


And yes, the old 'the cop in Manhattan told me to drive over the illegally parked car' story NEVER gets old!