Just a random passage...

I'm working on a book from my days as a transporter/crew leader for a major export company where we brought all kinds of semis & straight trucks to the docks from all over the country.
Insomnia is a #######, so to help kill the time I'm gonna post up a little snippet of a chapter. If enough interest, I'll post more.
This is pertaining to a trip we made to Tuscaloosa, AL years ago.

As we reach the lower edges of Tuscaloosa, Leon picks out a hotel. He chooses the Masters Inn and it’s your typical 1960s era hotel, I half expected to see a Stuckey’s next door, but there wasn’t.

He goes in and gets 6 rooms once again while I hang loose in the van. Shortly he comes back out and tells me to drive around to the backside of the building where our lodgings are. Now I like old stuff just as much as anyone, probably more, but this is going to the extreme. This place f***** sucks! The carpet is likely the same stuff that was laid down when Kennedy was President and the bed linens are probably from the Nixon era. I feel this is going to be a long night.

The bed does pass the pecker track inspection, but I’m still not comfortable and I get the van keys from Leon and run to the Piggly Wiggly so I can purchase some Lysol and Bleach. If they had HazMat suits, I would’ve bought one of those to sleep in.

The rest of the room is atrocious also. The bathroom is horrid and to make matters worse there’s a free porn channel, which would be fine if it was good porn. It was not, they had to dig around in the vault to find the 70s era Disco Porn with the girls in full bush and wearing platform shoes while they got nailed behind the Roller Derby.

As the night progresses, it seems as if every derelict & transient is convening on the Masters Inn, I hear drunken arguing & offers for money in exchange for sex. Almost in unison Hubert & I go to our bags, I carried a little ‘hideout piece’ with me on the runs and I’m d*** glad I had it this time. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to use it.

I figure I’ll go down and see what Leon thinks of all this, and when I get to his room, I knock- he says ‘come on in’. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed about 1 foot from the TV and while staring into the Cathode Ray Tube of Orgasmic delight, he says “They have porn here and it’s free.” “Yea no s*** Leon, it’s not even good porn, is it quiet down here? You’re missing all the action down at my end, those old sluts & ###### are trying to make money.”

He’s non plussed; he’s too distracted by the porn to pay attention. I ask him what time we’re leaving and he says 6am. I head out telling him I’ll have my group ready to roll. Since I’m out & about, I go down to Green & Sam’s room. I tell them about the hookers and the drunks fighting, Green says “That old hooker, she prob does Hands & knees, Knees & hands, has an infected PP, Chinese African Wee wee.” I ask him “What in the f*** are you talking about? That makes no sense! Did you forget to bring along your medication, if you take that sort of thing”

Sam tells me that Green has been at it all evening, which does not surprise me. After I tell them ‘wheels up at 6am’, I go tell everyone else, including Leon’s crew so he wouldn’t have to interrupt his spanking.

 

Here's a bit more from the same story...
So far I'm up to 200 or so pages in my little book. Doubtful it will get published, but it's fun to write.

I head on back to the room so I can douse the shower with bleach and get cleaned up. When I walk back in the room I smell bleach and see Hubert had on fresh duds. “I hope you don’t mind, but I used some of that bleach to clean the shower. This room ain’t that clean” This is why I always roomed with Hubert; our thought patterns were similar, just that his were a bit slower on the draw. “I don’t mind at all, that’s why I bought it; I got that Lysol to spray the bed down. Use some of that if you want.” is my reply to him.

I finally bed down for the night around 11pm with my piece laying right next to me. I was taking no chances in this s***hole!

6 am arrives and I’m glad to see this place dissolve in the rear view mirror as we try to find a place to get some coffee & food, which ends up being Raymond’s, a very good mom & pop diner, that had excellent biscuits & gravy that went well with my eggs & bacon. After all 12 of us are fed, we head up to the county school board office to pickup the titles & related paperwork. This goes smoothly and after Leon tells me where I’m going, I drive us all to the lot where the buses are.


Once we get to the lot, I see a lot of Butthead buses and I tell Leon my crew will take 6 of those back. He says his crew will take 6 normal buses. I gather my crew and tell them, “We’re taking Flatnoses this trip, pick one out and give it the once over. There’s plenty of rags & oil in the back of the van. Once you get that done, come get a tag from me and the insurance card. I would like to be up & rolling in an hour. We will stop at the truck stop by I-20/59 to get fuel, we’ll go on down to Ozark to eat like Hubert wants to do.”

Green & Hubert almost get into a yelling match over who got to that bus first. “Figure it out, if nothing else Hubert should have it, he’s ranking, but flip a coin or something, god d***it man, this isn’t grade school.”

Everyone is being an industrious soul as they prep their bus and load their possessions, in general getting ready to make the long drive home.

I need to figure out which bus I’m taking so I start off on the prowl for one of these flat chested b****s. I pick one at random and upon entering, it looks #### clean! I turn the key and it turns over, so I decide to take this one even if I hate driving the #### things.

I do my pretrip inspection, which is a pain in the ### because the motor is in the back; I think that this might not be a bad ride after all- everything looks to be pretty clean and serviced often. At least the ride home will be very quiet!

Now that everything is OK in the engine/transmission area, I get back in and look at fuel level. It’s got ½ a tank! I turn the key, and after the glow plug light goes out I try & start it, which it does. It sounds really good and after the air builds up I pull it out into the field so everyone can form up behind me again.

I see Hubert & Green have resolved their differences and they’re cutting up & laughing. Sam the rookie is doing quite well and I’m glad to have him on my crew. I get my bags from the van and hook up the CB while everyone is finishing their inspections. The clouds are moving in and it looks like we will be getting rained on.

Leon walks over and asks me if I can give him a hand with the tow bar, I do as hooking that up in the rain would suck. Mike is busy trying to get one of their buses to run, and it sounds like he’s successful about the time I drop the bolt for the hitch.

Leon asks me what I think about those Flatnosed jobs and I give it to him straight “I think they suck man, but that’s just my opinion, who knows maybe the one I picked out will change my mind. I’m stuck listening to the chatter on the CB as there’s no place to put my radio.” He laughs, his bus has a radio! Lucky dog. Once the tow bar is hooked up to the van, I ask him if he needs help with anything else, if not we’re hauling ###. He’s good so I see if my crew is ready to roll and they are.

 

That's actually pretty good!!!!!

I used to get in a frenzy on the 285, running 55mph WAO (wide #####** open) can cause rectal tightening, with the idiots trying to get around ya.

A couple runs later, I drove a KW on the 285, I was doing 70 and I thought I was really 'carrying the mail' lol