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Compared to the never to be mentioned again "Uhrichsville incident" she would be considered pretty hot. I prolly woulda hit that in 1983.

that sounds good- if they'd just called it cabbage, onions, and noodlles fried together with butter I would have ordered it.

I thought maybe that was the secret mission he was on- retrieving his RL700 out in NV. I could have took a load today going to Reno that delivers Tuesday, but I declined and got another load of mats going to Idamay West Virginia. I would have taken it if i'd had a little more notice and time to get my shi stuff together.

I'm with you on that!

Saw this Michigan loader behind Lowe's in Oakland, Md. yesterday. Looked like it needed a kickstand on both sides. They had been pushing snow with it with this big blade attached to the bucket. Leaked a little oil too.

That's what I was thinking. Big Jim passed an accident scene in West Virginia on rt. 50 a few years ago where a load of lumber had turned over at the bottom of a mountain, killing 2 drivers. He asked me to see if I could find anything on the computer about it. I googled "West Virginia truck accident" and all I saw was ad after ad by some attorney who specialized in truck accidents. According to him pretty much every accident involving a truck that ever happened in West Virginia was the truck driver's fault. Every truck that was ever in West Virginia was driving too fast on West Virginia's roads, and on and on. I travel West Virginia all the time and couldn't tell you how many times 4 wheelers have passed me at a high rate of speed on double yellow lines on rts. 60, 39, 20. Where ever they catch you they're gonna pass, they don't care whether they can see what's coming around the curve or not. I guess they figure they've got enough a-hole lawyers to prove it's the truck who's at fault no matter what.

buttermilk?..bleh! They might serve balute with it, I did not inquire since i've never heard of balute either.

Haluski. never heard of that either, maybe i'll order some next time and report on it...not. I have heard of fish.

Had to try the peierreiogiessses today. I unloaded in Oakland, Md. this morning and went up to Pittsburgh and picked up 2 coils. Got loaded pretty early and decided to stop at Bill's for a burger. No line at The Red Caboose, but still a pretty good crowd about 11:45. Got to Bill's and ordered my hamburgers and pepsi and decided to go for it. I said "lemme have a small order of them peierreiogiessses too". That's kinda how I pronounced it. The girl said "progies?'', pronouncing it kinda like that. I said "uh...yes" She said "you want onions and butter with those?" Now i'm really confused, because I didn't know if I wanted butter and onions with them or not. Figured it must be the thing to do though or she wouldn't have asked, so I said "uh...yes". I should have said "no thank you", I didn't know they would be swimming in enough butter to deep fry a porpoise. But except for that they were pretty tasty.

I tried to let her down easy. I was just glad none of our other drivers were there, I would have never heard the end of it.

I've wanted to stop there just to check it out, but like I said, there's always a line standing outside 15 or 20 people deep- always. what?..she was beautiful!

Well...OK then- Back in the early '80s, before I got married, I took a load of kyanite to a place in Uhrichsville, Ohio. Got there around 10 or 11 that night, and sat up until 3am talking to some girl on the CB. Her handle was "sexy kitty", and she sounded like it! I talked her into-or maybe it was her ideer-meeting me at a restaurant for breakfast the next morning. I got there first and was sitting in the restaurant drinking coffee when she came in, driving a huge Plymouth Fury with the muffler and tail pipe dragging the ground. She was the biggest, fattest, oldest, ugliest woman i'd ever seen. I was only about 25 or so at the time, she must have been in her 50's. When she came in we talked for a few minutes, then I told her I had to call headquarters. I didn't call anybody, but I came back to the table and told her I had to go, had a hot load to pick up in Cleveland or somewhere, and I had to be there by 10am to load...or something like that. Anyway, I hauled ass outa there.

I did, but this truck is gone from where it was parked. I don't know if he sold it, scrapped it, or just moved it.

yeah, that's what I thought. first one i'd seen like it. some work crew had it, I think it was either the guard rail putting in people or the cable putting in people.

I saw a neat little grader in Lynchburg the other day, didn't get a picture. It had a bucket loader in front, blade underneath, and a street sweeper on the back.

I've seen it, never stopped though. I don't think they have anteater parking.

I used to stop there a lot a couple of years ago because one of the prettiest gals I ever seen was working there that summer, looked college age and she always wore tiny shorts and a tee-shirt they do have pretty good food there. They even let me park a Peterbilt there. The hotdog stand up the road must be pretty good too, i've never stopped there but there's always a long line there.

That's why I hate Advance auto parts- you-or "they" I should say- can't find anything without a VIN no. they can look up on their computer, even a generic part like a sealed beam headlight or a wheel stud. And there's nothing like a V8 Mack. Pullingest trucks i've ever seen. The old V8 325 would hang right with a 400 Cummins, turn a little fuel to 'em or put a 375 pump and turbo on it and it was no contest. I've told this story before, but i'll tell it again. Back around 1979-80, we hauled wood chips from Dillwyn, Va. to Covington. Al Moore had an F-model with a V8 325 with the fuel turned way up. We had company trucks, I was driving an IH with a VT903, the rest were 290 or 350 Cummins. If a bunch of us were running together, Al would pull off on the ramp at exit 50 on I-64, right at the bottom of North Mountain and wait for the rest of us to pass by and then pull off from a dead stop and pass every one of us before we got to the top. True story.

The real cold plane crew...

Amen brother!

well...I must confess- I learned that word from randyp. And the local cops in Rostraver are DOT certified, like in Bedford, Va. By the way, they had periogiesesess on the sign at Bill's in Rostraver. I did not stop.

I was, I was! When I leave Galv-Tech in Pittsburgh I usually take 51 down to Uniontown and run the new toll road down to 68 and over to 79. Sometimes I run 40 down to Keyser's Ridge and 219 down to Oakland, then 560, 50, 42, and 55 to Baker, then 259 to Broadway and on to 81- hills are killer going that way though, especially with the new no-power unit i'm driving now.

He's not talking about me- unfortunately, I no longer get to drive a Peterbilt.

...wonder what they're all talking about?..anyway, welcome!