Back in the day . . .

I remember when people still aprcadited what the trucker dose for them and when I drove my first peterbilt a 1983 Pete 359 36inch bunk

 

What are super singles?

 

Nothing ever looked this good but it sure is pretty...

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'56 KW with a KTA Cummins...

 

That brings back memories... I drove a 1957 with a 220 HP Cummins. My fellow drivers made fun of my little motor, cause they had turbos and a scary 250 HP. But, I could sport a 6 inch flame out the stack and they couldn't... Boy those were the days, where ya could pull the cylinder liners through the pan by just not paying attention. Wooden floor BOARDS, no heater needed cause it was always 200 degrees inside the cab. When steering wheels were BIG & FAT and drivers were skinny. The days when power steering was by arm strong and you couldn't turn the steering wheel unless you were rolling. When two sticks came through the floor and a compression release was the only way the starter could spin the engine. No CB and everybody was always waving their fingers at ya. Truck Stops gave you free mudflaps and ever installed them. Holiday meals were free too.... The Old Days...

 

Haven't read all the posts. Member the wigwams? The low air flag that dropped down in front of the driver or the tachograph meters that used round paper logs for speed,ect. People were actually polite and truckers waved at each other.

 

It was Campbell 66 Express, Humpin to Please.

There was a museum in Springfield with a lot of their stuff. I don't know if it is still around.

 

Getting pulled over in a triple digit truck doing 83 MPH at 2 AM. Then telling the state patrol that he should have waited you still had a gear and a half left. Laughing and joking with the him, taking and paying your ticket without it being recorded on your driving record.

 

Good thread guys.....

When I was a little kid in the early 80's, used to ride with my Dad all the time. Things have changed so much even from that point.

One of his favorite stories to tell, I was 4 years old in 1983, he had driven through the night to get to Jersey City, wakes up in the early morning hours and I am gone. My Dad runs out of the truck, and finds me around the block corner playing with some inner city kids, LOL. Wow.

He had a cabover Kenworth at the time.