Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

Hey Snazz, finally caught up again, been lurking off and on trying to keep up. I never left, just got side tracked. I'm so happy to be back and caught up. You've made some new friends I see, Howdy all.

 

WoW!! Finally read the whole entire thread Took more than a couple of weeks but it was soooooo worth it. First time I have ever laughed out loud alone in my bunk I also want to say great job to Ducks and the other readers for some of the pics... too funny

 

Well, Sapphirecat is still with us, with a few cat lives left and Pjw044's guess was pretty darn close, as Life Goes On.

It was around 8:30 pm, as I headed that old bobtail down the side street. The Blue Bee Can truck-wash sat behind a Race Track gas station that was for four wheelers only. This area of South Dallas was just across the freeway from the Pile Lot. The next exit down was where the Flying Hook was at and across the street from it, sat the Lay Over Club. So, I was familiar with it and knew my way around. Now, one thing that I was certain of and it laid heavy on my mind. No decent driver ever hung out around there. Oh, back when the truck-wash use to be open, I'm sure that some drivers used their services. But after that, the area got to be known, as No Man's Land and that's what it was referred to over the C.B. Yep, it was known for it's lot lizards, drug dealing, and other illegal activities. Of course I wasn't there trying to bust the driver. My only goal was to get him moving, or replace him. You know, it was nothing personal and I couldn't of cared less about his motives for being there. Anyway, this side street was a good five blocks long, but each intersecting street only dead ended. Yep, at some point in time a developer had put in all of those streets to build a commercial zone. Well, the only business that ever built back there was that old Bee Can and it went belly up. So, now there was the commercial beavers, street pharmaceuticals, and five finger discount stores.

Anyway, I slowly made my way back and tried to fit in. You know, just tooling around and following the other guy. Yep, business was good and there must of been 100 rigs back there. Some where bobtail, others had trailers attached, and a few were four wheelers. Well, I guess some of the lizards didn't have their CDL's. Most were parked, but a few were on the prowl and looking for whatever ? Now, my laptop screen was displaying where this rig was parked at, but it was only good for being within one hundred yards correct. From my gander point it showed to be right at the very end of the last intersecting street. Well, all I spotted was a set of double trailers facing away from me. Yep, that couldn't be it, so I bobtailed back and continued my search. Now, I did have my hand-held C.B. and it was good for at least a mile's radius. Yep, it came in handy back at the TLX terminal to monitor the latest gossip and bust some chops. It let the other drivers know, that I was still one of them at heart. Well, you know what I mean. Anyway, the C.B. was crackling with the usual crap.

The male speaker, " Breaker ! Breaker ! Any commercial beaver got it on ? "

The female speaker, " You got the Midnight Angel here ! Where you at ? "

The male, " I'm sitting here in that Volvo, next to truck bath ! "

The female, " I see you ! Is this who I think it is ? "

The male, " Well, you won't know till you get over here ! Come on back ! "

The female, " Squelch, squelch, buzz... "

Another male voice, " Breaker ! Breaker ! Coon Dog, you got it on ! Hey ! Coon Dog ! Coon Dog ! "

The nutty voice, " I'm crazy ! Crazy ! Crazy, I tell you ! "

So, I shut the #### thing off and continued my hunt. Well, after circling around for about half an hour, I decided to give it a rest. Yep, if he was back there, the only way out was the way in. You know what I mean. I'd just sit and wait on the Idiot. Hell, he had to come out sometime sooner or later. What I figured, was that he must had dropped his TLX trailer and was bobtail and well hidden. Yep, if that was the case I could sure recover the tractor. But, where was the trailer at ? Now, one of the flaws in the GPS system was a biggie. Yep, back then it didn't track the trailer or even show if the tractor was hooked on to one. What a deal ! Now, later on that was corrected and it sure helped. But, that night. Well, you know what I mean. Now, waiting to me is a slow torture. Yep, it's just as hard for me to wait around, as it is to be running a marathon. I parked behind the gas station and sashayed in and then back out. Yep, snacking sure helps to pass the time away. I was on my third Ding Dong cupcake and swigging on my 40 oz Pep See, when my laptop began to flash. Yep, the Idiot was on the move and headed right past me. So, I waited with baited breath and kept my eyes peeled. What I saw made me do a double take, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Ah come on -- cant wait --suspense is killin' me---
He sold the truck or traded it for some form of illicit pleasure from a LL..

 

"When, what to my wondering eyes should appear..."

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Lemme guess! Mike the Beard hired on and got the boys to fix up his ride just a wee bit?​

 

PLEASE, Snazzy!! I'm like a child at my poppa's knee at bedtime......MORE.... PLEEEEEEASE!!!

Judi

 

First a big Snazzy welcome to MattMichigan and simplyred, our newest Snazzers. I see that mechwyphx26 has been busy, but still with us. Good ole Ducks posted another fine picture and pjw044 is dying from the suspense, as Life Goes On.

It was just around 10 pm, as the TLX tractor pulling those double trailers passed by me. Yep, I did a double take alright. I mean, TLX didn't have any double trailers to pull. Yep, that's what had prevented me from spotting it earlier. I had just assumed that those trailers were hooked onto a tractor that picked a pack of pickled peepers, that Peter Piper picked. You know what I mean. Anyway, I kept my distance and followed the outlaw rig back to the Interstate. It headed Westbound for a few miles, before exiting and turning into another industrial park. Warehouses lined the street on both sides and unlike, ' No Man's Land, ' this was an active commercial zone. Yep, it was well lit and several companies were located back there. Of course, not many were open at that time of night and especially on a weekend. Well, I didn't want to be noticed, so I pulled into a parking lot and killed my lights. The doubles disappeared behind a corner warehouse, as I tried to plot my next move. You know, how your thoughts try to explain things. Yep, all of this could have a reasonable explanation. What if the TLX driver was just helping out a buddy ? You know, some friend of his had broken down and he was just doing him a favor. Well, how about this ? He was just moonlighting and earning a few extra bucks. Yep, this all could be innocent enough, but it sure smelled funny.

So, I decided to have a look see. You know, before crying wolf and making a fool out of myself. I had parked nosed in between a couple of trailers that were backed onto a dock. This business wasn't open and not a soul was around. The TLX door banners couldn't of been seen from the street and nothing looked out of the ordinary. I armed myself with my cell phone, flashlight, and hand-held C.B. I kept close to the building and tried to keep a low profile. No ! I wasn't all hunched over and tippy toeing ! I just sashayed, my usual sashay, and tried to sashay in the shadows. Once I reached the corner, my eyes spotted an open gate, as my ears perked up. Yep, something was going on back there and it sure had me curious. Well, the only way for me to find out was to stealth back there. So now, I did do the ole tippy toe sneak. You know, short exaggerated high stepping, with a hint of crouching over, with my knees all bent. Yep, ole Willy The Coyote would of been proud of me. I entered thru the gate, which was one of those sliding type. You know, it slid open with plenty of room to allow a rig to pull thru. I pressed my back against the brick wall and finger walked my way back. You know, to the rear corner of the warehouse. I slowly knelt down and nosed my beak around the take a peek. Yep, there behind that warehouse was that TLX tractor still attached to those doubles.

The night air was filled with the sounds of freeway traffic in the distance. You know, the big rig's tires singing out that unexplainable sound that they make. I squatted down into a kneeling position and waited. Yep, I had a front row seat to whatever was going on. Of course, I didn't know what was going on, but I sure had a good seat to it. Anyway, it wasn't a long wait, before the crew began to get busy. Yep, about a half dozen guys swarmed around the end trailer. One fella held a chisel to the padlock, while another guy swung the sledge hammer. Yep, the chisel holder started doing the funky chicken dance and painful hand wave. Everyone busted out laughing and I had to bite my tongue. Yep, I bet that smarted like hell. Well, the sledge hammer swinger kept swinging away, but with no success. So, plan B was implemented. A small pickup truck backed up behind the locked trailer door. A chain was threaded thru the padlock and fastened to the pickup's rear bumper. A gray cloud of smoke rose above the spinning tires, as the stench of burning rubber filled the air, followed by the deafening sound of defeat. Yep, they done screwed up good. The bumper was laying at one end of the chain and the trailer door was still locked up tighter than a drum. What a deal !

Now, it wasn't like that I could had offered any advice. I mean, I really wasn't suppose to be back there watching them. Yep, talk about the gang that couldn't shoot straight. Anyway, a second attempt did produce the awaited results. Yep, the trick was to fasten to the pickup frame and not to that flimsy chrome bumper. The unloading was done by hand passing the stolen bounty. You know, like a fireman's bucket brigade the packages were passed down and tossed inside the half filled warehouse. By now, I was laying prone on my belly, with my hands supporting my chin. Yep, I sure was regretting leaving behind those Ding Dong cupcakes and 40 oz soda. Well, after the rear trailer was plucked clean the band of Idiots moved onto the lead trailer. I was getting pretty bored by then and decided that I'd seen enough. So, I sashayed back the way I'd come and climbed into my makeshift office. Yep, I called 911, sent a Quail to the TLX dispatcher, and even called Ed at home. Well, the local cops arrived and were all ready to pounce. I fingered in the kill code. No ! Not to kill off the gang ! Well, you know what I mean ! The gang was captured red handed. Well, one of them had a swollen red thumb. The swat team swatted, police dogs howled, as copters flew above.

Yep, it was a major bust and cleared up bunches of felony thefts. The TLX driver was just one of many who had been tempted. The ring leaders had recruited low lives to snatch and grab loaded trailers. The double trailers stolen that night were taken from the Pile Lot truckstop. Yep, some poor company driver had left them there while he bobtailed home for a quickie. Well, the TLX driver just dropped his loaded trailer and made off with those doubles. He made a phone call and hid out over in, ' No Man's Land.' The gang contacted him on where to take the stolen loot. Now get this ! That TLX driver did all of that for a whopping $1,000 bucks ! Yep, $500.00 per loaded trailer, that held over $150,000 worth of assorted freight. Gees ! That didn't come out to $100 per year, for the ten years that he faced. Anyway, I bobtailed over and hooked onto the dropped TLX trailer at the Pile Lot. A fresh team of professional drivers, hand picked by Ed himself, headed out to the Windy City. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

YARD SALE !!!!!!!!!

sorta............................

 

hello snazzy1 iam tame and i am a newbe..
i have been siting in the background reading your story's
everyday.. never was much of a reader till i found this site and your story's and ill tell ya i dont go a day with out reading your story's lol
thank you for giveing me back the intrest to read again..

thanks
tame

 

Let's have a big Snazzy welcome for Tame our newest Snazzer and Pwj044 was sorta right guessing yard sale, as Life Goes On.

A few weeks had passed by and it was the usual grind. Yep, I was beginning to feel like that laptop was part of me and that some Idiot was just waiting to screw up. I'd gotten pretty good at playing moderator and when that didn't work, shutting down a rig sure did. Anyway, I had settled down into my new office and was trying out my new toy. Yep, a brand new Pete 379, with a all the bells and whistles. I'd bought it for myself, as a birthday present. Yep, I'd turned 43 in Sept, 1995 and TLX was busting at the seams. Crook Jr had purchased those other two outfits and started his own freight brokerage firm. Well, actually all he did was to hire a bunch more telemarketers and keyboard fingerer's. You know, they bid on loads and then dispatched the best to the TLX trucks. Then they'd list the rest on the Crook Broker's Website. Yep, for a small percentage of what the load paid, other outfits could use the service. It was making money hand over fist and doing great. Well, as the company grew more space was needed. So, Junior had a new driver's lounge added on behind the office area. It was really nice and twice as large, as the old one. Yep, the old lounge was gutted out and now the glassed in dispatch area took up most of the down stairs office space.

Anyway, I was attempting a difficult backing, between the file cabinet and the waste paper plant. Of course the deep piled carpet was a challenge in it's self. Yep, it kept her rear trailer tires from rolling, so I decided to add some extra weight. I chomped down and ripped open the clear plastic bag with my teeth. The little rubber Elsie's spilled out onto my desktop and I carefully examined each one. Yep, them stockyards are real picky about accepting ill, or injured bovines. All of them passed my inspection, so they were herded into the trailer. My two hands acted, as giant cranes and lowered the rig back to street level. I pressed the green button on the remote and steered towards the receiver. Now the trick was, as with any backing attempt, is the proper setup. Yep, I swung close to metal high-rise and then tried to straighten the rig out. Yep, a straight line back is the easiest and safest. I rolled my desk chair around to get a better view and pressed the 'R' button. Yep, this was one of those new fancy Pete's that was equipped with an automatic transmission. I'd searched all over, but there just weren't any stick shifts available. Yep, and bull hauling really wasn't my first choice, but I couldn't find any dry van models.

Anyway, I was almost backed in, when Junior entered my office, " Say, Barn have you got a minute ? "

I shut her down, " Well, not really ! You know how these little doggies are when they have to sit and ...."

Junior grinned, " So, that's your new rig ! Ed said, that you got one. That's a pretty neat setup and you even have some cows back there ! "

I lit up, " Check this out ! Hear that ? That's the air-horn and I can flip this and turn on her lights. See, how bright they are ! Yep, and this button here..."

Junior had seen enough, " Yeah ! That's great ! Now, look ! The reason I'm here is to see what you think. If you had a choice of being made a general manager, or being made .... Barney ! Quit playing with that ! "

I was honest, " Hey ! I just opened the trailer doors, so they can..."

Junior took my remote, " Just hear me out ! What I'm offering you is a choice between relocating to Lancaster, Pa, or to Kent, Wash. If you don't want to do that, I can make you yard manager here. Now, Ed already knows that he's going to be promoted to V.P. It's just a matter of time, but I'm thinking that will happen around the first of the year. So, you need to decide on what you want to do. Are you listening to me ? "

I scooted Elsie across my desk, " I'm not sure ! I mean, if I was to take the out of state position, but then decided that..."

Junior read my mind, " No ! When Ed's promoted, you'll come back here ! Whatever you decide is just temporary until he's made my Vice President. It doesn't matter to me and it's up to you ! "

I thought about it, " Well, I guess it's best for me to stay here. You know, I'm sure that those other outfits have somebody running them already. If Ed would start training me...."

Junior rolled his eyes, " Ed's not going to train anyone ! You'll have to sink, or swim on your on ! Now, you want to stay here and have me fill those other spots ? Right ! "

So, I agreed to stay in Dallas. Yep, I could had relocated and started fresh at one of the other terminals. But hey, I knew that Dallas was always going to be the main TLX terminal. Besides that, I didn't know beans about Kent, or Lancaster. Oh, I'd heard that both trucking companies Junior had bought were decent sized. Matter of fact, I'd been to both companies before they sold out to Junior. I was looking ahead and just doing what I thought was best for me. Yep, in a couple of months I'd be G.M. Barney Goose. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.