The Old days are dying and the New drivers only smell like they have.

I'm under six-feet ---- but still
above ground.

 

Is the "Bad Boy" pic of a White 3000 but with diesel engine? Look like a stack on it. We used to see these gas jobs in 53-54 running FL to NY and heavy from Atlanta up across the Carolinas. Tough little boogers, that "Mustang" engine would rattle windows all over Athen, GA pulling up from the river bridge in 2nd gear. I know of one sitting up, still hooked to a 32 ft SS Fruehauf. Looks like a kiddy car compared to todays rigs.

 

Better check inside it driver...There maybe a skeleton humped up in there with a broken back and a tub of preparation H sitting next to him.

 

If so, grab up that Tub-0-Prep H.
I hear it lasts for years.
Might still be useful.

 

Some folks like it on crackers too so I've heard.

 

Well I know I have seen some school bus drivers that was dressed all most to my liking.Short and low cut mmmmmmmm baby. O and Shocky I do mean FEMALE Bus drivers.

 

How do you know if a bus is
female, or not?

 

Why Shocky at your age you still can not tell male from femaleJust count the tail pipes. Look for big round firm headlites.O yes a very LOUD horn.

 

I doubt Wellingtons offend anybody, except maybe the flip-flop crowd.

Me too.
We called 'em "ropers" though, because when calf ropin' --- they're easier to run in while chasin' the calf with piggin' string in mouth.

Those boots are made for drivin'
And that's just what they'll do
One of these daze these boots are gonna
Drive on ahead of you.

Straw or felt?

The thang about cowboy hats is how they're worn
and the style of the crown and brim.
SOME folks just DON'T look the part in a cowboy hat, usually because they try to wear one just like their favorite Country/Western singer, ---- who only wears 'em on stage.

But when the style fits the wearer, like often seen in the Great State of Texas, they look
marvelous.

IMO, style only counts if it's practical, and NEAT. It takes all kinds to make the world go-round,.......... but when I see shorts, tank-tops and flip-flops in Wisconsin around December, ---
I can't help but wonder if those drivers are a few sandwiches shy of a picnic.