Why is channel 19 so quite

I have to agree.

 

Thats where YOU are wrong fella
I know my kind when I hear them and to those I speak.
I leave the "sandbox crowd" in their "sandbox",school is just never "out" for some . . . . .
If your school "taught" it SHOWS !!

 

If there was a point there, I sure did miss it.

 

same here what was your point

 

If you missed the point...Maybe that's the point.

 

I have read it over and over and still am missing it. I don't get the school references for one thing.
Fried Tater is from my generation, so maybe he will explain what I was so wrong about since I covered several topics.

 

Yeah,that was the point . . . . . .

 

What? Maybe you could explain without using one of those kiddie faces.

 

Mustanggt Post That is exactly how I started. Fresh out of the Army with a fundamental knowledge of driving a truck gained on an IHC Fleetstar.
I could change gears and back up enough to get by. I got my class 5 and passed a road test. It was srictly a team job and I learned the other stuff from the older drivers(log book, scales etc) as I went along. It was all floor loads with a lot of stops. .18 cpm split. Stop pay was 2.50 split after 5 stops. $50 unloading pay for a 40 ft. split of course and $55 for a 45ft.
I knew plenty of guys that would ride with a buddy a few months to learn and then put in an application with phony references. The company wasn't blind to this, just the way it was done.
It was rare to meet anybody that went to an actual school. I think we came out OK, but those days are long gone.

OMG we must have worked at the same place, $ 0.18 mile all the miles you could do when there was a a real Hammer Lane, Hauling meat IA- NYC Would get to docks and go to other CO trucks and Lump there load needed the extra $ 40.bucks (whats it cost now) anyways thats when they were KILLING DRIVERS for the load of Meat leaving them hang on the hook. Yeah them were the days! Oh and how I got my first job I talked to girl friends dad (now wifie of 33 years) who was Road WayDriver he told me what to do, so I Borrowed my friends chuffers license ( we kind of looked alike) and went to work.

 

I'd say the speed limit has alot to do with it. Bigroad speed limit in most places is 70 mph. Most trucks wont run 65. So the driver opts to avoid all the foul talk and stupidity and turns the CB off. Want a bear report nowadays, and you have to wait to see another largecar going the other way as quite a number of these STILL have their ears on.

STORY TIME:

I was rolling through Bama, down 59/20, south of Tuscaloosa. Came to a point when I realized that there was absolutely no northbound traffic. "Hmmmm, somethings wrong...". Then I saw it: 2 bigtrucks got tangled up and one caught fire. This was at the 59 yardstick. Northbound was completely shut down. Traffic was not moving, people were standing and milling around looking for a place to picnic. 4 wheelers tried to cross the median and were sinking, a wrecker was on the southbound side yanking 4 wheelers out and smiling.

The parkinglot ended a hundred yards mile north of exit 51. I get on the radio and yell, "NORTHBOUND, MAJOR BACKUP! GET OFF AT THE 51 AND RUN US11 NORTH!" Hardly anyone responded. Soon the backup reached past the 51 and the next exit was the 45!
We (southbounders) yelled and flashed headlights, and very few even came back. Most of these were the big radio type that you all hate. Oh well, we tried.

OLD-TIMER STORYTIME

Same day as the big Bama backup. I roll into the Petro in Hammond, La, get parked, wait for 2 trucks to park on either side of mine and I walk into the Iron Skillet. I sit in the truckers section and order some food. An attractive lady driver sits to my left and a big bald kid with piecings in his face sits to my right. We strike up a conversation after seeing an old man with a double D breast job walk in.

Well, everythings fine and dandy until a supertrucker arrives. Old guy walks in and starts jabbering. True to the supertrucker creed, he states how many years he's been driving. He talks down to bald kid, skips past me and focuses on the lady. He finds out that she's only been on the road for a year and decides to do her a favor and educate her. Well, Mouth had made a comment about throwing shoes at a dog, and she was a dog lover, so she turned away and began conversating with me.

I tell her how to identify a supertrucker and that supertruckers are guys that cant truck, but have been cant-trucking for years. They spend more time talking about driving than they actually drive. Security comes on the intercomm and calls out a carrier name, and truck number and asks if the driver could move this truck because he has an entire driveway blocked. Noone in the restaurant moves. Well, I wish the lady a good evening and walk to my truck. The lady goes out and walks her dog. Security stops me and asks me if this is my truck, pointing to a truck thats parked in a way thats blocking an entire aisle. "No sir, its not mine. I am not stupid." I look at the truck and remember something that old supertrucker was saying...

Six: I know whose truck this is!

Security: Whose?

I see supertrucker walking out of the Iron Skillet...

Six: Its his.

Supertrucker: I'm comin...I'm comin.


Self-centered non-driving loudmouth idiot.