Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

Wow! This is like a good book. You just can't put it down..

Thank you!!

 

Well snazzy it seems my plans have changed so i get to keep reading your saga! Of course i feel sorry for you--no sleep in days is not a good sign. I would almost come drive for you so you can get some good restful shuteye! Maybe we should get Shane outta that truck real quick--even if it cost you a few $$$.. A few dollars is nothin compared to your life! He definitely needs to make a career change--dont think i wanna be driving on the same road with him. He is a disaster waitin to happen! Can't wait for the next adventure!

 

You don't need sleep, Snazz! Just slice off two pieces of cucumber and place over your eyes for about 20 to 30 minutes.

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That'll take care of those puffy, bloodshot eyes real quick. Hey -- you don't want Julie thinkin' you're a tired old man now, do ya'???


(Wait, wait, wait! I gotta get my camera for THIS one! )

 

I hope we dont find out that Shane decided on another career path such as airline pilot.

 

I have a feelin snazzy is ordering this as we speak

 

First a big Snazzy welcome to Wolfie our newest Snazzer. Sassytrucker snapped a shot of the snoozing and Lady Trucker is playing hooky. Lobshot's guessed right, so that's why I don't fly anymore. Now Ducks, if those cucumbers were red, they'd looked just like my peepers. Great pictures and comments by all, so Snazzy points all around, as Life Goes On.

I ended up stuck with young Shane for a few more days. Now, I sure didn't let him drive anymore and even warned him. Yep, he as much as looked at that steering wheel I was going to give him hell. Anyway, I pulled the yellow knob and Sashayed into the Ed's office. Yep, I was finally back in Dallas and wanted to set things straight.

Ed was Ed, " Did you turn in all of your paperwork and everything ? "

I took a seat, " I took care of it Ed, but we need to talk ! "

Ed shuffled some papers, " Well, make it short, I'm pretty busy here ! "

I spoke my mind, " That kid Shane isn't worth a crap ! He's got narco lip easy and he's going to kill somebody ! "

Ed gave me the look, " So ! Are you a medical doctor now ? Well, DR Goose what do you recommend ? That doctor that signed his driving physical sure didn't find a problem. I think your making too big a deal out of this ! "

I rubbed my face, " Ed ! Listen to me ! He's a nice kid and I hate being the one to have to do this. But, there's noway that I can sign off on him ! He's just not able to stay awake. That's all, he's a good driver and I feel sorry for him. "

Ed whispered, " Barney, don't you know a good deal when you see one. That kid is a trainers dream ! All you should of done was used his logbook and sang him to sleep. "

I gave Ed the look, " Are you serious ! Do you really expect me to run team miles by myself ? You know, I had accident out there because of this ! Hell, it could of been a lot worse. That idiot fell asleep on the interstate and dang near got us killed ! Geez Ed ! Are ya'll wanting to get sued or have something major happen ? "

Ed was Ed, " You worry too much ! Now Shane is my problem and you've had your say ! I decide who drives and who doesn't, so anything else ? "

I gave up, " Well, just remember what I told you ! I wrote it all down on his evaluation, just do what you want to do ! "

Ed laughed, " So, I guess you don't want to team with Shane ? "

I got up and walked out of Ed's office. You know, this outfit was crazy ! I mean, why in the world would a company do that ? I drove my Datsun home and tried to get my mind off of everything. Mike the Beard was all excited, because his dream chopper was ready to ride. Yep, he sure had a nice looking, hot running, show stopping, award winning, piece of art to ride. Yep, I was little jealous and wished it was mine. But hey, I was still wanting to ride Julie until her nose bled. You know, a bike is nice, but you can't bend it over and make it cry. So, Mike treated his crew of misfits and ole Barney to a night at the Layover Lounge . Yep, I got as poo faced as keg rat and made a complete fool of myself. But hey ! You know, you only live once and it's good to blow off some steam every once in awhile. Yep, I managed to sweet talk Julie into an after hours breakfast at the local Waffle Palace. Yep, just her and I and half of the club went, along with Mike the Beard's gang, all the drunks in Dallas, 30 cops, 12 security guards, 14 midgets, 23 skid do's, and a guy named Sue. What a deal !

Well, it took me a couple of days to recover and then it was time to hit the big road. Yep, back to chasing tomorrows, remembering yesterdays, and feeling a bit guilty about it all, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Good luck snazzy and lock your doors to keep the sleeping Shane's out! Be safe out there!

 

Yep Lady Trucker out with Shane and in with the new, as Life Goes On.

I parked my Datsun and sashayed into the TLX terminal. The dispatch glassed in cage was full of new faces. Yep, all of them monkeys sat at a long console and had them fancy headsets on. You know, like ole Barf Brooks wears when he sings at his concerts. Anyway, Ed spotted me and rushed over, as I sat down in the driver's break room.

Ed was Ed, " What did you tell Shane ? His grandmother called me and said that he quit ! "

I gave Ed the look, " I haven't talked to him, maybe he decided that over the road wasn't his cup of tea. Hey ! I noticed that my truck isn't out there and it's not in the shop. What's the deal ? "

Ed did the two step, " I had to let another trainer take it. Go ahead and pick out another one. Oh ! Your student won't be ready for a little while, so check back with me. "

There weren't any of the new trucks left to pick over. Yep, as soon as they were made ready, they'd disappear. You know, all the trainers wanted a brand new truck to drive. Well, at least they left their nice trucks behind. So, I selected a nice FLD and loaded my gear up. I then backed under my Atlanta bound trailer and did my pretrip. I decided to swing closer to the terminal, so the student wouldn't have to lug his gear so far. I pulled the yellow knob and sashayed into Ed's office. Ed waved me in and made the introductions.

Ed nodded towards the suit, " This is Silly and that's Barney Goose. "

Silly stood, " Glad to meet you Mr Goose, Ed told me that you agreed to do this and I sure appreciate it. "

I shook Silly's hand, " Agreed to do what ? "

Ed headed for the door, " You know Barney ! What we talked about ! "

Silly pulled out the paperwork, " It's really pretty simple and with you being an excop that'll help alot. See, just fill in these reports each week and drop them in your trip packs. Ed says that ya'll mail them in overnight and he'll just forward it to my office. "

I read over the form, " Hey, wait a minute ! I'm not on parole and you can stick this where the sun don't shine ! "

Silly laughed, " Ed said, that you were a hoot. Now, seriously do you have any questions ? "

Man did I, " Well yeah ! Like what the hell is going on ? "

Silly looked shocked, " Oh, you really don't know ! Well, I'm with the Parole Office and we've just started a new program. TLX has agreed to take part and I'll be selecting qualified clients to place here. "

I lit up a 100, " So, do I have to drive to Huntsville, or will you be chain ganging here ? "

Silly giggled some more, " You are a hoot ! Now seriously, Tyrone is more than qualified to take part in this. He's served his time and is ready for a new start. He's been staying at a halfway house for last six months and just finished a local truck driving school. You'll just need to treat him like any other of your students. The only difference is that if he shows any signs of not conforming to your rules you'll need to notify me. "

I blew out smoke, " Let me this get straight ! You and Mother Ed have decided to have me train an excon ? Well now, don't get me wrong ! I've had my fair share of ups and downs. But hey ! I mean what's next ? Why not just recruit them while their being sentenced. You know, the judge could just sentence them to 20,000 miles of hard labor. Yep, we can just cut out the middle guy. Hell, we don't need all of them prisons anyway. "

Silly slapped me on the back, " Please stop ! Your killing me ! Now really, do you have any questions ? "

Yep, I sure did and Silly answered everyone of them. All I had to do was to train Tyrone to drive, try keeping him from violating any of his parole conditions, and send in weekly parole reports. If he failed to live up to any of it, all I had to do was make a phone call. Yep, a bus ride later and ole Tyrone would be back making license plates, instead of pushing one down the big road. Well, I had mixed feelings about it. You know, who was I to say that someone didn't deserve a second chance ? Hell, I felt that the worse thing in the world was a wasted life. Yep, give a man break and let him prove himself. Then on the other hand, this didn't make any sense to me. You know, poor Tyrone would most likely never see a good job in trucking. He'd be stuck with some slip shot outfit that would run him ragged and pay him peanuts. Well, I finally decided to just play along. Yep, let's give it the old college try and see what happens, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

I THOUGHT CR ENGLAND HAD FIRST DIBS ON RELEASE DAY AT HUNTSVILLE. WELL AT LEAST TYRONE CAN HELP YOU DUKE IT OUT WITH THE MIDGET GANG BANGER LUMPERS NEXT TIME.

 

NOPE --- Swift gets first choice than JB--CRE gets the dregs of whats left.
And them that dont make as drivers they turn into dispatchers !!!!