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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Snazzy, post: 549135, member: 9499&quot;]Yep Big Duker, I&#039;m guilt ridden and rikdev50s keep on dreaming, as Life Goes On. </p><p><br /></p><p>The morning commotion woke me up, from a deep sleep. I flipped open the flap and gawked around. You know, the flap of my bedroom. It was a large cardboard box and furnished with my sleeping bag. The crisp dew glistened off of the moist grass. Several hobo drivers were warming their hands over the smoking barrel. No, not a gun ! You know, one of them 55 gallon drums that hand warmers use. I wiggled into my jeans and finished dressing, before sashaying over. Ray was all worked up and had the others attention. One of them handed me a hot can of transit coffee and I thanked him. </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray nodded, &quot;&nbsp; Glad your up Barn ! How&#039;d you sleep ? &quot;&nbsp; </p><p><br /></p><p>I lit a 100 and stretched, &quot; Pretty good, I guess. It sure beat sleeping in that bucket seat. What&#039;s up ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray pointed, &quot; You women folk need to go tend to things and take them young ens with you ! Us men need to talk this over. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>The young ens complained, &quot; Dang ! We never gets to do nothen ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray started in, &quot; Now, heres how I see it ! We don&#039;t have no choice and have to do something. Burly ! Tell us again, what happened. &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Burly had the floor, err.. ground, &quot; We was over there by the county line and headed over here. Them Law Dogs come out of nowhere and swooped down on us. Box Car didn&#039;t have a chance, but I bailed and run. They got Box Car good and impounded our ride. &quot;</p><p><br /></p><p>Ray sticked the dirt, &quot; We&#039;re here and that police lot sits over here ! Now, the way I figure it, we can bust the gate here and head South. There&#039;s an old log road that comes out here. What do you think, Barn ?&nbsp; &quot;&nbsp; </p><p><br /></p><p>I had to ask, &quot; About what ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray barked, &quot; About getting that&nbsp; vehicle back ! We can&#039;t leave Box Car in a jam like this ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I tried to reason with them, &quot; Hey ! I&#039;m sorry, that your friend is locked up and the Cops impounded his car. I mean, that&#039;s tough and if you want to take up a collection. Well, I&#039;ve got a few bucks and ...&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray poked me with his stick, &quot; Your in this with us, whether you like it or not.&nbsp; Us Transit drivers don&#039;t leave one of our own behind ! Now, let&#039;s get ready and go do this ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>So, the group of misfits and bums rallied around their leader. Ray took charge and led the parade. I was behind his school bus and the rest followed me. The women folk and young ens were packed inside an old duce and a half. You know, one of them old army trucks, with a canvas top. They parked on top of the hill and waited for our return. Ray had us circle our rigs and marched us close to the compound. We knelt in the weeds and plotted our plan. </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray pointed, &quot; Look ! They got that gate blocked with that big wrecker and Box Car&#039;s rig is over there. This ain&#039;t going to be easy ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I concurred, &quot; Yep ! Like I said, I got a few dollars to pitch in and ...&quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray was determined, &quot; Now listen up ! Barney can come in the back way and backup over there ! Sniffles ! You can scale that fence and hookup the cable. I can lift her over there and Stinky can drive her down that log road. Any questions ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I waved the greenbacks, &quot; I got $60 dollars here and ...&quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>So, they all ignored me and left me to myself. I mean, they were bound and determined to do the deed. Anyway, who was I to stop them ? Yep, I swung around the back way and positioned the crane. Sniffles climbed over the fence, as Crazy Ray lowered the hook. Sniffles gave the thumbs up and Ray hand levered the controls. Yep, it was like watching a coin operated game of grab the teddy bears. You know, like at the Walmart game room. Yep, that old septic truck climbed higher and higher, and then slowly began making her way over. Yep, once she cleared the fence, Ray gentle lowered her down. Stinky unfastened the hook and sped away in a cloud of dust. It was almost a perfect plan, but as always, one small glitch. Yep, Ray had told me, to scoot on out of there as quick, as I could. So, when Stinky raced away, I put the crane in gear and the pedal to the metal. I&#039;d driven a ways, before hearing that noise. You know, high pitched sounds of frantic screaming. Well, I spotted Ray in my side mirror and he was just swinging away. Yep, still holding on to that big ole hook and dangling in the breeze. So, I slammed on the air brakes and you guessed it. Yep, ole Ray came swinging around like Tarzan on meth. He disappeared over the tree line and the hook reappeared, but poor ole Ray wasn&#039;t attached. I climbed down the side ladder and went on the hunt. </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray&#039;s voice echoed, &quot; You #### Idiot ! I&#039;m up here ! &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>I spied the limb he was on, &quot; Are you alright ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>Ray wasn&#039;t happy, &quot; I&#039;m going to kick your butt, when I get down from here ! Do you hear me ? &quot; </p><p><br /></p><p>So, I cheesed and drove away. I mean, to be honest about it. I wasn&#039;t too worried about Ray kicking my butt, but I&#039;d had my fill of that in-transit stuff. You know, it wasn&#039;t my cup of, err... can of tea. What a deal, as Life Goes On. </p><p><br /></p><p>Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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