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Edited on Thu Mar-31-11 01:12 AM by cherokeeprogressive
What a longggg strange trip it's been.
My 28 day "training" trip as a newbie trucker finally came to an end Monday. In 21 days of being on the road (we sat for a few days here and there) my truck covered over 18,000 miles. Two things stand out as things I'll never forget...
I was on I-8 just after crossing over the river into Arizona from California when I came to a construction zone at about 3 a.m. and got behind two other trucks. It was just us three and the construction zone seemed to go on forever. Speed limit 35mph. After a while, I started to get drowsy just from going slow, and decided to turn on the CB radio to see if I could hear anything. Not more than ten seconds after I turned it on, this is what I heard:
"That's the LAST mother fucking time I'm going to ask you to turn your high beams off you stupid asshole"
I thought to myself wow, that guy is really pissed off at someone... then I looked down at the dashboard and realized he was talking to ME. Casually (as IF anyone was looking) I reached down and turned the high beams off. Instantly here's what came over the radio:
"It's about TIME you stupid mother fuckin' son of a bitch".
Well okay, at that point, I thought this guy had gone too far. I made a simple mistake, and had I had the radio on sooner, I'd have heard his requests. He kept going on about rookie truckers though and finally I had enough. I grabbed the mike and said:
Me: "Hey, I heard o' you, you're one o' them SUPER TRUCKERS, ain't ya? (just about the worst thing you can call an old-school trucker is a Super Trucker) I've heard you Super Truckers don't even know what a mistake IS, much less how to make one."
At this point, the trucker in between us keyed up his mike and went "hahahahahahahahaha"...
Super Trucker started telling me I had better watch my mouth or risk an ass whoopin'.
"I bet you think a miss-take is a female T-bone, dontcha?"
"hahahahahahahahahaha"
Him: "I'll park this trailer across the road and kick you AND your co-driver's asses"
Me: "Pardner, if you put that pretty new reefer across the road, I'll drive this rig right thoo the middle of it"
"hahahahahahahahaha"
Him: "Awww, FUCK Y'ALL and with that, he stood on the fast pedal, and was gone in a few heartbeats.
The other happened one morning in Tallulah, LA at a Love's truck stop. I was checking the oil while my lead driver was taking a shower. I don't know how many of you have ever actually seen a dipstick, but they're normally a flat piece of pretty rigid metal with a pointy end and a scale. The Freightliner I was driving has a dipstick that's actually a spring, with the flat piece attached at the end.
This ol' boy prolly about 65 years old sees me checking the oil and comes over to my truck... Imagine if you will the deepest thickest southern accent coming from a guy in coveralls and a baseball cap whose bill is bent nearly in half...
Him: "The HAY'LL kinda dipstick izzat? Me: Well, it's the kind o dipstick truckers use to check the erl in their drivin' motors. Him: Kinda limp, ain't it? Me: Well... it's made o spring, so it'll spring back any time an ol' boy needs it to. He laughs, claps me on the shoulder and says... Well, aight then, and walks away.
I drove a 53' trailer with only 10,000lbs in it between Laramie and Cheyenne with icy roads and 45mph gusts in the middle of the night, scared SHITLESS.
I drove that same trailer with 42,000lbs over I-5 from Oregon to CA with chains on in a snowstorm that had visibility down to about 50ft, scared SHITLESS.
In short, I had a blast.
Been home for two days. HoneyDo's are almost done and boy oh boy is it nice to be held tight from the time I go to sleep to the time I wake up. It just wasn't the same laying with my co-driver (he snores too loud and won't rub me like I like plus the two of us combined are too big for the small bunk in a Freightliner).
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