What is the worst experience you have had driving OTR?

Gives new meaning to the phrase "let it fly", doesn't it??

 

Spit coffee on that one! Could play Aces High and bomb the Nazi's

 

1. I had already posted this about a year ago, but will tell the story again.

1. 38 years ago today I tried to deliver my first load. I was barely 20 years old, sitting in Baltimore at a closed receiver, with a flat tire on my steering, loaded with sweet corn on a dry box [ no reefer ] , needing 3,000 # ice ASAP, on a HOT holiday.
   I live in Florida, was just a kid, but had been around trucks all my life. Dad was a trucker, and in the produce business. The summer I turned 20 years old, we bought a Kenworth for me to learn to truck. Paid $15,500 for a 1970 cab-over. 3 year old truck with a 903 Cummins, it was a V-8. 13 speed, torsion bar suspension. Nice truck, and as dad said, it would outrun the word of God.Very fast.Bought a 40 foot Great Dane dry box.
   Well,I learned to drive it around the county for a few days, and then Dad called me one morning. He was in North Carolina, working a produce deal, and needed a truck for a load the next day.Told me to be there the next morning.
   I bought me a new black cowboy hat, cashed a check at the bank for 200 bucks [ fuel was only about 30 cents a gallon ], and left Florida for Eastern North Carolina.
   The Interstate was not yet completed, so some of the dead head 650 mile trip was on backroads. Not all 4 lanes.
   Got there the next morning, July 3, shipper told me to go to a farm and load 900 boxes sweet corn from a hydo-cooler, then go top-ice it at the ice-house. Remember, no refrigeration unit on my trailer.The shipper said he would usually not load a dry box with perishable sweet corn, but knew me and was OK with it.
   Finally got loaded and iced about dark, and he told me to head towards Baltimore, for a 6 am appointment at A & P . And yea tomorrow was a holiday, but they DO receive.Shipper had double checked.
   Left out for the 300 mile trip,AC quit, all on backroads, finally found place about 5 am in downtown Baltimore.Very bad area. Remember, no cell phones, no GPS,very few CB,s. Hard to get info.
   Anyway, get there and the guard laughs and says no receiving until tomorrow, today is a holiday. I knew that was going to happen.
   Walk back to truck, flat on steering on drivers side.
   Still had about 100 bucks left, but finding a tire repair shop that made road calls on a holiday in downtown Baltimore ? Finally found one, got new tube put in for only $45. Remember this was 1973.
   Well, produce buyer had screwed up,and I was sitting with a load of VERY perishable sweet corn that required ice.Needed at least a ton blown on top.
   Dad finally found an open ice house in Wilmington, Delaware,and they sent me there. But they were closing early so I had to hammer down. Finally get there,the workers were mad because they had to wait on me.Anyway,blew ice on the corn, and headed back to Baltimore. I was getting tired, but knew if I screwed up there would be trouble. At 20 years old, I still had to prove myself.
   Maryland scale sign said closed, but I saw a cop car at the scale house, so I pulled in. Officer quickly yelled at me the sign said closed, and I had better leave quickly. Yessir, I replied. Do not believe I had ever seen a log book at the time.
   Getting back to A&P in Baltimore about midnight, I thought about my cash. Remember, this was before credit cards,fuel cards, ATM's. No way to get more cash. And very hard to communicate with no cell phones. Had to locate a pay phone, and hang around while you got a callback.
   Check in at gate next morning at 6 am,new guard tells me I should have been there at midnight,they had a message to give me a door ASAP. Nobody told me.
   First time I had to back in a door between trailers. Other drivers helped, and I finally bumped the dock.
   Could not afford the $25.00 lumper fee, so started unloading it myself. The forklift operator was slow about keeping the pallets pulled out of the door,and the corn was getting warmer. I gave the operator a dollar [ yes, a WHOLE dollar ] , and he got in a hurry.
   That first load taught me a lot.
   All of this for a load that paid 350 bucks. Not much even back then.
   People will give you wrong information,trucks break down, law enforcement can be a- holes,you get tired, everyone wants money from you,rates are cheap. and things just plain go wrong. Trucking is trucking.
   In the past 38 years, I have nearly always been involved with trucking. Either driving, having a driver on one as I farmed, or running several. I was always an independent, never would lease to the big guys.
   I posted this long account so newer hands could see trucking has not changed, and never will.
   But I still enjoy it.
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Airmail, special delivery!

 

Related to the info about Hefty bags and rushing to a stall.

Loaded at like 2am at Conway. Had to be at another Conway 400-500 miles away by 8am.

Twice the gut bomb hit hard! I carried TP as a matter of necessity... stopped on the shoulder and squatted between the passenger side drives and let fly.

Some fun? You bet!

 

Ah the roadside squatter, a blizzard always makes it better. UP Michigan in January! So friggid cold and you know gloves and heavy dress will only get in your way.

 

Speaking of roadsides and blizzards.

One trip I had to come down around DC on the loop during a snow storm. Pick and choose from the top of an overpass. Boogie down one slope and up the other. Repeat. Took almost 8 hours and I stopped at a little convienence store for a 10. Dispatch wasn't happy.

Another time coming down 55 out of Chi Town in a Blizzard. It got to where I couldn't see road anymore. Eased off until I felt the drunk bumps. Told dispatch it was unsafe to continue. They agreed. I slept like a baby!

 

Hmmmmm, reminds me of something. Young couple (Dick and Maureen) were driving home from a party one winter night. It wuz pitch black, wind blowing and -40 below. Loooong stretch of deserted highway. Maureen had partaken of a couple of adult "sodypops" before leaving and the "fluid pressure" is gettin high. "Hon", she wails, "I just can't hold it no more, you gotta pull over". He does and she pops out, drops em and squats. Unfortunately a very tender part of her anatomy accidently touches the side of the steel car. You know what happens when you touch bare skin to steel at -40? Uh huh, she's stuck. Screams get hubby's attention. "Get me loose, help me!!, she hollers at him. "Nooooo, don't PULL me off idiot. You'll tear my skin off." "Well", says hubby, "I gotta pour hot liquid between you and the fender and I only got one source for that".

Shortly thereafter she's back in the car.... intact but silent. Boy is she a P/O'd woman.

Can you guess how he saved her?

She sure was lucky there was a Dick along.

 

ROFL, excellent story!

 

Tysons and Walmarts.