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I unloaded at N.B.Handy in Lynchburg Friday, and they said Johnny had been there earlier in the week. He was complaining then of shortness of breath, and told the guys there that he was going to the hospital to have stress tests done. His appointment for the tests was for March 16th...if only he had gone to the E.R. then...

Johnny Roy Dagenhart Sr.'s -AKA Wooly Booger- truck at the shop. RIP my friend.

ONLINE other dog BMT Certified Know-It-All! BMT Benefactor100% Positive Feedback1 0 08,733 posts0 warning points4,300Location:Gladys,Va.Make:MackModel:B-53sYear:1965Posted 15 August 2014 - 04:22 PM POPULAR Here's another old store. It's facing rt. 60 in Mount Rush, Va. Never open that I remember, but I remember my wife saying she had been in it when she was little. I saw this odd shaped mushroom in the yard last weekend. By the time I got home today it had turned from a mushroom head to a saucerhead. Just who comes up with these road names anyway? Trucks in the field. Truck by the road. Pretty neat looking little unit. I tried to get another picture of the car for sale in Canvas, W.V. but I accidently hit the button before I was close enough. There's Wooly Booger in front of me with another load of lumber. ...A "pictures of the week" post from August,2014. I just deleted the pictures a few weeks ago, now i'm sorry I did, as I've also deleted it from my computer. He was also with me that time I broke the fan belt on my truck, and the one little strand lasted all the way to Pittsburgh and back.

Freshly rebuilt V16- they should have no problem finding the oil leaks on this one-

I really don't know, I guess it depends on what the other driver said- or rather what he intends to do. The trooper said there was no way for them to tell what happened, it was my word against his, so I hope he's honest and doesn't try to say it was my fault and sue somebody. I know I did absolutely nothing wrong, I never left the lane that I was traveling in, but you never know what people might do. It wouldn't surprise me if he said he was driving along minding his own business and I came over on him. But like I told the trooper, I believe that he either got lost in the spray or just hydroplaned and lost it and hit me. The trooper asked me if I ran that way a lot and I told him I did. He said to me "well, whenever you come through here and it's raining do not get in the left lane- the road does not drain properly, and the standing water will pull you right into the wall." They didn't charge me with anything and said I was free to go...so I just don't know.

Yep...must have painted it yellow so they could find the oil leaks easier.

This is the recipe Jo uses. It's probably easier, and it's good too.

I have a Detroit Diesel powered computer myself, looks and works great!

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Me too! stupid f***in' ice!

I did indeed.

...then I saw a big yellow machine when I delivered the roll-offs at First Piedmont in Ringold, Va. And a Ford Ranger that looked pretty well used- An old Burlington Industries Ford on rt. 220 north of Martinsville. Some old cars a little farther north. Some fine looking poplars on rt.122 a little north of Rocky Mount, Va. I went to Moneta and picked up a 2 stop load going to Strattonville and Warren, Pa. Warren is not my favorite place to go even in the summer time. I got Strattonville off first- the parking lot there was just a solid sheet of ice- did I mention that i'm tired of ice? But I saw plenty more snow and ice on the way to Warren. I went up rt.66 to rt.948. 66 wasn't too bad... And I was expecting 948 to be better, because so many tankers run it to the refinery in Warren. But nooooo...it sucked!..not to mention being rough as hell. I made it to Warren without difficulty though, got unloaded, then went to Sharon, Pa. and loaded up 5 coils going to Lynchburg. Then it got worse...I was coming south on I-79, just south of rt.50 in Clarksburg, W.V. when I felt a little jolt...then another bump. I looked in the mirror and saw a car in the left lane spinning sideways. I assumed the car had hit me so I pulled over on the shoulder. A white suburban pulled over behind me-I thought that was the car I saw spinning out. I started to ask him what the hell he was doing, but it wasn't him. He said he saw it and called 911. He said the car was pretty well torn up in the front, and he didn't know if there were any survivors or not. I waited for the police to get there- the car was a quarter of a mile or so back behind me by the time I got to the shoulder and I couldn't see it because it was over a hill. The police came, got all my information, looked at the trailer- there was glass all over the frame rail and three of my straps were pulled towards the rear. Then another policeman brought the driver of the car, and he looked at the trailer too- he was in surprisingly good shape for the guy in the suburban to wonder if he even survived. Then the policeman said I was free to go, it was my word against his. So I said "what's his word, I ran over him? I was just driving minding my own business, never swerved, changed lanes, or anything, and he hit me." He said "I don't know,I didn't talk to him". So I left, after being there about 45 minutes. It was just raining and 37 degrees at the time of the accident, when I left it was 32 and snowing hard.I made it to Flatwoods and found the last parking spot at the Go-Mart. It snowed all night and all the next morning, I didn't leave until 2pm. They said 19 was so bad that I just ran 79 all the way to Charleston. 79 was good all the way, the turnpike was good, I-64 from Beckley to Va.- not so much. LED lights- they're nice but they produce no heat. My lights are on, but you can't see them for the ice on the trailer. In Lynchburg this morning. I had to shovel the snow off the trailer and break all the ice off my strap winches with a hammer before I could get unloaded. I pretty much hate snow and ice at this point. Then I heard that one of our drivers, Wooly Booger, a good friend of mine, had a heart attack behind the wheel and died yesterday. He had just loaded in Bedford, Va. and was coming east on rt. 460 just east of Bedford when it happened. He'd been over here for cookouts a couple of times last year. He went across the median, all the way across the westbound lanes and ended up in a yard. Hardly a mark on the truck, the right side window in the sleeper and the driver side vent glass popped out when he crossed the median, and that was it.

Pretty rough week this week. At least I got in two full rounds for the first time in several weeks. This winter wasn't really looking too bad...until February rolled around. Passed by Art Reed's when I left Sunday, tried to get a better picture of the machine...wonder what it was used for?..stringing pipe maybe? Then I saw some snow and ice up on rt.20 in W.V. Then I saw some snow and ice up on I-79 in Pa. Then I saw some snow and ice on I-80 in Pa. I was going to Coconut Lake, just west of Meadville, but I took I-80 over to Barkeyville when the road started getting bad so I could park at the truckstop. They rejected a stack of 4x4-14's at Carter Lumber in Coconut Lake because they were "bent and twisted"- they didn't look that bad to me, only about 4 pieces in the whole stack were crooked, but they pay for it and they expect good stuff. They did unload it for me to keep until we can pick it up later, because I had to load roll-off bodies that take the whole trailer floor. I saw some snow and ice on rt.58 going to Greenville. I saw some snow at the dumpster getting place too. Coming back down I-79 I saw some 'quipment at work- I'm tired of seeing snow and ice- i'd rather see scantily clad wimmin, like they have in sunny south Florida!

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That's the place, I passed by there again earlier in the week. Used to be the Westvaco yard, I don't know how long ago the woodyard closed.

ain't nuthin' like a V8 Mack!

Wonderful- i'm gonna stop in for the free shower and free sausage, eggs, hashbrowns, and bistits and gravy breakfast for BMT members.

Holy mackerel, you're getting up there Joe- happy birthday! Have a cupcake-

Looks like it, doesn't look like a woodyard any more. Good spot for a scrapco, already had scales, office, and shop, and plenty of room.

Mark, is that place where the Westvaco woodyard used to be? There used to be a B model at the woodyard that you could see from 220. I came up 220 last week going to Moneta and it looked like the woodyard was closed.

I guess he figures it's much better to move that crude oil by rail, there's little chance of a train derailment and explosion- oh, wait...never mind.

Highly interesting stuff, to me anyway. I have seen Spears Mountain in Buckingham, Va. myself and it's still a mystery. We'd go right by the access road to it on the way to Covington. Check this out- http://www.wset.com/story/22982860/the-mystery-of-spears-mountain Back in the early 80's you couldn't get anywhere near it, and the top of that mountain was lit up like a Christmas tree at night. Old "hard rock", who also drove for H.H.Moore and lived in Gladstone,Va. said they "worked on that mountain for years and years, with the biggest bulldozers i've ever seen". And there's very little to be seen on the mountain itself except for the huge buildings- they can also be seen for miles. The rumors were that the whole inside of the mountain had been dug out and the president and other top gummint officials would go there if there was a nuclear attack. They would seal themselves inside, and the only way they could get out was to take a bulldozer that was kept inside, and started periodically to make sure it ran, and knock the door down. Al Moore said he rode up the mountain one time and there were armed guards at the gate, which was about half way up the mountain. They had M16's and axed him what he was doing there. He said he told them he was looking for his hunting dogs- they told him if they saw his dogs they'd let him know, now get the hell out of here. I rode up there myself once, until I got to the locked gate, but at that time there were no guards there. More interesting stuff about Spears Mountain- https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/coldwarcomms/conversations/topics/11699

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