What if it Snows?

Sitting on the back porch with Hazul drinking beer and bourbon at 0800.
Got loaded. I have until tomorrow to deliver 80 miles from here.
"Hazul. Get me another beer.....please."

 

We've moved a further 197.5 miles South away from the bad place.

I told The OM we're in a warmer place now, I-80 in Iowa, and The OM is like-

 

Drinking beer AND bourbon at 0800??!
That's righteous my friend.

 

You're skipping pages.
No soup for you!

 

Pamela is new to the forum and she has been informed of what the OM is

 

AND sticks. The Trifecta!

 

Toss in a pickled egg or maybe a bologna.
(not responsible for the deviation that follows)

 

Went through a town where there was a series of traffic lights above and collapsed concrete road sections below. In a loaded tanker, that's an especially unpleasant ride. So I'm stopped at a traffic light with lots of traffic behind me, light turns green and I'm s_l_o_w_l_y going through the gears when a voice comes over the radio and says, "Hey Trimac, you need a push!" Well, we start jawing in a friendly kinda way. Next thing I know another tanker blows by me in the left lane and gives me a couple of tugs on his air horn.

This is one of those things I absolutely love about truckin'. You can immediately bond with someone you haven't seen, don't know and more than likely will never again in your life come across. It's beautiful, really.