Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

Hummm remote trigger, bomb proof under clothes, trigger man, big govt. building, Metro DC, n-word, looks as if we need some more checks... over 21 lets me out... I'm only 7 and still playing in front yard with my trucks under the tree. Happy Halloween Snazzy 1

 

Keep on drinking the coffee Snazzy..... more sugar.... I have a couple spoon fulls for you .keep ya awake while your thinking...........Happy Halloween....

 

Cal thinks we need that remote, Rik's too young, and Knife has the sugar. What a deal, as Life Goes On. Oh, Happy Halloween and Snazzy points all around.

I crawled under the trailer with my 9/16 inch wrench. Let's see, that's the slack adjuster, pull on it, that's about a half inch play, back off, back off, back off. That's about an inch play, back off, back off, back....

The face popped down, " What's you doing Barn ! "

I crapped my looms, " #### NICK, YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME ! "

Nick snickered, " Are you alright ? "

I rubbed my forehead, " I banged my head on that #### thing. "

Nick laid prone across the axle, " It's not bad up here and it's a good hiding place. What are you trying to do ? "

I pointed my wrench, " I'm going to adjust these all the way out and it'll keep them from working. "

Nick got it, " Oh, I get it ! That way these trailer brakes won't work. Are you going to do the tractor the same way ? "

I educated him, " No ! You see, without these trailer brakes working, those tractor brakes are worthless. There's noway this rig is going to make it down this mountain. Well, not in one piece anyway ! "

Nick updated me, " I heard you, talking Tom into riding with you. That was pretty shrewd and I was surprised that he went for it. "

I remembered, " I forgot, about that Pete being wired. I guess, you heard everything and ... "

Nick snickered, " We've got the whole compound wired now ! Yep, once we're done here, I'll turn it over to the FBI. They can monitor this place and keep up, if anything else gets started. Now, answer me this ! What's your escape plan ? You know, how do you plan on getting out ? "

I spun the wrench, " Well, I was hoping, that you might come up with something. You know, someway that I can leave the rig and ... "

Nick got my drift, " Barn, have you ever bungee-jumped ? You know, leap off a tower, with a ... "

I jumped in, ' I know, what that is ! No ! I've never done it and there's a reason why ! I'M SCARED OF HEIGHTS ! "

Nick didn't go for it, " You can't be ! You flew with me and ... "

I enlightened him, " Well, it's not the height that bothers me. It's the fear of falling and ... "

Nick rolled his eyes, " Look ! All you have to do is this ! Once you start down that mountain, just step out on that running board. I'll take care of the rest and won't let anything happen to you. You do trust me ? Don't you ? "

So I admitted, that I did and went along with it. Now the truth is, I am scared of heights. Well sort of, kind of, in a way, you know. Yep, if I don't look down, or if I'm strapped into something, that's alright. But, if I get higher than say, twenty feet ? Well, I freeze up like a kitten in a tree. I guess, it goes back to my childhood. Once I fell off a swing-set and broke both of my arms. I wasn't, but about six years old and healed up pretty quick. But, until this day, I still can't get on top of a roof and look down. Now, if I don't look down, or don't get near the edge, or if I have something to hold onto..... Well, you what I mean. Anyway, I finished un-adjusting the brakes and Nick low crawled away. Tom arrived a few minutes later and had his goodies, with him. You know, the trailer tags and sticky banners.

I was impressed, " Those banners look good on there. "

Tom tightened the tag, " I even got the paperwork and this trailer is legal, as long as they don't run the V.I.N. numbers. Did you get those brakes adjusted and check everything out ? "

I nodded, " We're ready to roll ! "

So, Tom mounted the passenger seat, as I fired her up and we set sail. Yep, my heart was racing and I sure had second thoughts. You know, I did trust Nick, but ... Well you know, what I mean, as Life Goes On.

Due to technical difficulties, our Snazzy adventure will continue tomorrow. I know, that the BIG BANG was scheduled for tonight, but when your out of beer, and live twenty miles to the nearest.. Well you know...

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Ran out of beer .... ????????? If I'd of known .....I'd of brought ya a few cans........... awwwww...... Pleased to hear the brakes didn't go out ... watch out for the Kid up above you never know when 7 yr olds are going to run out behind a tree ....LOL... And when is the BIG BANG sceduled for ...... hope you got some candy.... from the halloween witch.....

 

Buckle up Knife Edge I've got the beer and candy too, as Life Goes On.

I stopped on the dirt road, just before entering the blacktop. Tom was clutching the remote trigger and barking orders over the C.B.

I cut the wheel, " That's a good idea ! It'll take us awhile to make it down and ....."

Tom hung up the mike, " They can check it out and clear the way. That van has my best men in it and their armed to the teeth. They've got an M-60 mounted in the back, a case of grenades, AK-47's, bullet proof vest, and armor piercing ammo. Yep, their ready for anything ! "

I nodded, " It sure sounds like it ! "

So, we started down the roller coaster. You know, the steep down grade that twisted, curved and wound down the mountain. I wiped my palms, across my bluejeans to remove the moisture. My mind voices were having a field day, but I ignored them and tried to stay focused.

Tom had second doubts, " You did check everything out ? I mean, ... "

I lied, " No sweat ! We'll be just fine and down before you know it. "

Tom smirked, " I can't wait ! Man, when those N-Word loving, white man hating, anti-American, flag burning, ... Hey ! Your going a little fast; aren't you ? "

So, I flipped on the retard. No ! I didn't flip out on Tom ! You know, I flipped on the engine retarder. The little switch on the dash that cuts fuel from entering the intake valves. Yep, it slowed us down a good five mph, but her needle was still pegging over 60 mph and rising. Her engine screamed out, as black smoke shot out her stacks.

Tom sniffed the air, " What is that ? It smells, like somethings burning ! "

I shrugged, " It's just the tractor brakes ! Their a little hot and .. "

Tom clicked his seatbelt, " ####, you need to slow down ! That sign says, 45 and your doing 70 ! LOOK OUT ! THERE"S A CURVE AHEAD ! "

I opened my door, " Well, it's been nice knowing you and don't forget to write. I wish you luck and see you around ! "

So, I stepped on the running board, as Nick's legs wrapped around my waist and away we went. Yep, I left ole hate spewing, small minded, backwoods, retarded, ignorant, crap headed, well, you know. Anyway, the flex rope did act like a bungee-cord, as the helicopter lifted us straight up. Things spun around and the treetops shrunk to the size of twigs. Of course, things were happening so quick, that there really wasn't time to panic. Yep, we had a bird's eye view, as that old Pete lit up like a Roman Candle. The back of the tanker shot out blue flames and it was like a wiener dog, with it's tail on fire. You know, the tractor was swinging around, like the head trying to see it's backside. Ole Tom was still sitting in the passenger seat, with his mouth wide open, displaying that one silly tooth. Yep, that truck-missile climbed a good ten thousand feet, before bursting into a billion pieces and raining down tiny bits of nothing. Anyway, the copter crew winched us aboard, as Nick let go of his scissor lock.

I rubbed my sides, " ####, Nick ! I think, you broke my ribs ! "

Nick unfastened his rope harness, " Well ! I could of left you there ! Man ! Did you see that thing take off ? It looked like a space shuttle launch ! Man ! "

I lit up a 100, " I'm just glad that it's over ! "

Nick grinned and keyed his mike, " GREEN LIGHT ! TAKE OUT YOUR TARGET ! "

The Pilot squeezed the control, " Direct hit ! "

So, the little white dot below disappeared and there was just a grease spot left in the road. Yep, them Skin Heads were history and gone forever. Now, I did have mixed feelings. I mean, they got what they deserved, but there's something about... Well, taking folks out, like a video game. I mean, press a button and that's, that ! Well I'm sure, they wouldn't of given their victims anymore of a chance. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Well Snazzy pleased you got your beer and candy... and we got another snip it of Life Goes On....... Poor Ol Tom with his mouth open.... one tooth later... LOL...and the Skin heads are History ...... good news eh?

 

Well Looks as if Barney can get back to a normal life now... as if life is normal for any of us...

 

Time to go find Hot Legs.
Though I sure miss Sweet Thang.

 

KABOOM
Smoke check that ###!!! Way to go Snazzy........
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Hi snazzy,
Boy you really started all of us old fogies with your intro! I remember my Mom yelling at me that girls didn't play with trucks and I waqs going to get all dirty when I was little. Fooled her I still play with trucks and get all dirty! welcome to the boards hope we'll be great friends