Well...i've told this story before, but it's been a while. Once upon a time, a turned a 1998 Freightliner over. This one here in fact- I had been running my ass off all week, picked up a load of coils in Middletown, Ohio and unloaded at Walker Muffler in Harrisonburg, Va. on a Thursday evening. They had nothing going on when I got unloaded, so I went home to Appomattox, Va. At 4:45pm the dispatcher called and told me to go to Salem, Va. and get a load of joists going to La Plata, Md. I didn't like it, I didn't want to, but at the time we pretty much had no choice. I was highly pissed too, because it was a quarter 'til 5- and if i'd gone straight from Harrisonburg down I-81 to Salem, i'd have been there already. Should have never answered the phone, but that's hindsight. So I leave on this mission, drive 2 hours to Salem, chain the load down- which was the biggest and heaviest load of joists i'd ever pulled. It was 3 tiers high, about 47,000 lbs. if I remember right, but they wanted to get it all on one load. Got to La Plata around 3 am, after having been up since about 7 or 8 am the day before. I found the job site, happy as hell- all I was waiting for was the wheels to stop turning so I could jump in the bunk. I turned in off of rt. 301 and felt the trailer drop into a hole. It was actually a ditch- unmarked by the way- and I came to an abrupt halt.Then the truck rocked back and forth a few times- instead of calming down like I thought it would, it actually went over farther to the right every time it rocked. I thought "gee- this sumbitch is gonna turn......". And the last time it rocked it kept on going...and turned over on the right side. First thing I did was reach for the key to shut it off as I was capsizing. Then I climbed out of the escape hatch- AKA the driver side window- and started to find a phone. This was before cell phones were invented. Then I decided I should catch my log book up, so I climbed back in the escape hatch, found my log book in the debris pile, and was sitting there doing my log book when a cop shined a flashlight through the windshield. He said "are you all right?" "Well, yeah- just turned over." Long story short- I called headquarters to explain the situation. They sent a wrecker to the scene. Never saw the cops again-I was off the road on private property, so I got no ticket. They set the truck up, towed it to a garage, took the fan off because it was broken, and I drove it back to Appomattox. And I have never tried to find a job site that i'm not familiar with until daylight ever since.