what is that mirror for?

Horizontal exhaust? Hmmmm

 

got it......

 

yeah man.the under the truck weed burners for an exhaust.oh wait.you are female.sorry. it just hit me.

if romney runs again,will you change your avatar?

 

Things for you too ponder partner

 

Well that brought some fond memories. V8 Cats, 15 overs, extended hoods, 6000 chicken lights. And the most feared of them all......The Vampire truck. Wicked. Maximum Overdrive.

 

hey triple six. i recall vividly,hammering west bound,west of dallas,and running at least 80,probably more but that is all she registered (my first hood that had spring ride and a wide open cummins 350),and was just zoned out on watching a pair of chicken lights,when drivers first started putting them on the outside of each end of the front bumper,absolutely walking me down.the driver never got out of the left lane in that 55 mph texas speed limit.

that truck came by me as if i was sitting still and came from so far back that all i could see were those under the bumper chicken lights.at least that is what i was focused on.it just kept coming on with it and actually moved my truck as he passed.i get to flashbacking from time to time and think back to when chicken lights truly meant you were driving something worth driving.

though it happened quickly,it seemed to be in slow motion. that was just cool back then.still is i reckon but during the late 80's it was really an event.

rather simple am i not? great post.

 

generally quite adept at not being left speechless so to speak,you almost left me in that manner. TOUCHE'.
gee,like i need more to have to actually ponder.

 

To see the bear in he air.

 

When backing. if I see a pair of legs in that mirror,I know that I'll be hiding a body soon.

 

Dude! It was pure awesome! They'd just come out with that 500 Detroit. Turbo was so loud it would wreck you hearing. Our main run was between Chattanooga and Miami. 10.5 hours by largecar. In those days, a Prime truck was governed at 77 mph. R&L was the fastest of the LTL trucks. I stayed out of Miami and would just go to Tampa and Orlando. Could make that turn from Chattanooga to Tampa to Chattanooga in 14 hours. 5 runs a week, home every day (how's that for a local job?) and every weekend.

Every night, you'd run into the same group of guys. You couldn't recognize their trucks in the daytime, but you could recognize the chicken lights at night. Heck, you even knew the cops. They would be lined up 75 waiting for the smugglers. Came up through Forsyth ,Ga a little too hot one night, saw a county sitting in the dark. Stepped on the brakes. It was old Afterburner. "Keep going driver. I'm here for drug dealers in fourwheelers."

I guess it's hard for some to imagine...having to drive for 14 hours. That was my choice. The company didn't push, and they didn't handhold either. If you didn't make any money, it was your fault. If you got into trouble, it was your fault. That was back in the days when they expected you to be an adult. Now they expect you to just hold onto the steeringwheel, and let them do the thinking for you. And here you were wanting to be more than a number. How can anyone treat a steeringwheel holder like a person?