Where is everyone #5

Just remember... if we meet on a two lane and you come running up behind me like a ###### and I’m stuck at 65/70mph... I really am up there thinking

 

So long Aunt Jemima, there's a New Pancake Cooker in Town

 

Bout to get my late night pancake on here in a minute

 

Brian Rowe singing.... done a great job.

 

Thanks for the Nightmare stwik!!

 

My buddey wants to buy my Ram. Wants to take the bed off and put a utility body on it...

47,000 miles. 2014. Paid off and he’s offering me 38k on it — cash.

My ####### is over here eyeing a bigger truck when I have zero need for it.

 

Hahahahahaha!!

International House of Pancakes is a family friendly establishment — I promise!!

 

I actually made that mistake before. You set out to build the baddest 4x4 pickup on the planet...

...but then you realize that you have far too much money in the truck to ever drive it off the asphalt. What a waste.

 

Huh, who has a computer telling them when to sleep? Oh yea, know where your coming from now..... yea I would hate it too, especially after many years of driving with an old fashioned clock. Wouldn't wish today's laws on no one.

 

Used to run from Idaho to Southern California every week, back when the speed limit was 55 everywhere, and we all had bird dogs. For those of you that have never run highway 93 from Twin Falls to Ely, 6 out of Ely for about 25 miles, and then 318 from there down to just north of Alamo, then back on 93 until you hit I 15 north of Vegas, it was truly a trucker's paradise to run. Fellas from Alberta, North Dakota, Minnesota, Montana, and Saskatchewan would all often take that route because I15 through Utah was 55 mph also and if memory serves you could save a few miles with less hills to pull than going through Utah, and you didn't have to deal with Arizona (Bingo Card days with fuel permits for every state).

Anyway, it was just so easy to plod along about 62 mph until a 4 wheeler passed you doing about 70 or more. Then just fall in behind, stay about a quarter to half a mile back, and listen for the bird dog.

By this time the Nevada Highway patrol came out with radar that was instant on, but as long as you weren't too far back you would here the beep from the bird dog when he lit up the car in front of you, slow back down to below 62 (didn't want to behave too angelic or they wouldn't believe you), and carry on.

If you fell on bad luck and no 4 wheeler passed you and properly behaved as bear bait, and you did get captured by the man for speeds of 70 mph or less, you would get a pay on the spot "Waste of Natural Resources" ticket that was like $15 or $20 with no points or record to go against your license.

Nevada bucked the Feds for a bit and raised the speed limit, but if I remember correctly the Feds withheld Federal Matching Funds for highway construction, and forced Nevada to comply. Seems like it wasn't too long after that that the entire country, with the exception of states like Oregon, rebelled enough that speed limits began to raise.

For all you younger folks that didn't get to experience the days when you never passed a truck on the side of the road without at least hollerin at them to see if they were ok, and more than likely stopped to help them out; or missed out on the time when you would shout at every truck that you passed going the other way to let them know about the bears, or construction, or anything else out of the ordinary; and everyone always carried spare fuel filters and tools; the days when guys runnin Cummins would pull over and change buttons if a Cat passed them; the days of only 3 engine brands: Detroit 2 strokers, Cat 1693s and 3406As, Cummins NTC 300s to big cam 400s, the very rare KT, and equally as rare 3408 or Silver 8V92tas; the days before cell phones when every table at the truck stop had a pay phone; the days when there were juke boxes; the days when sometimes you would make an entire round without ever touching a log book; the days of 73280 gross weight limits that nobody abided by cuz you knew a way around; ah but I'm getting carried away here.

I am not saying that times were necessarily better, but they were dang sure different and we had a lot of fun. We couldn't even have imagined calling ahead to reserve a parking spot at the truck stop.

It's getting late and I need to get back to invoicing for last weeks work, but thanks for letting me stroll down memory lane for a bit. #### we had some fun!