That reminds me of this true story, involving a good friend of mine- he's since passed away so I won't name any names. This was probably...about 20 years ago I think. We both drove for H.H.Moore Jr. in Appomattox, Va. This was a small mostly flatbed fleet, in binness since the '40s. After this feller had been there a while, driving an older International with a 350 Cummins, H.H. got a new T800 and was going to give it to him as his regular truck. So he was at home celebrating his new ride with some friends on Sunday afternoon by drinking, then drinking more, then drinking some more. Problem was, he had to take a load of steel to Wilson,N.C. to deliver Monday morning in the International while the KW was being lettered. So he loaded up his cooler so he could continue to celebrate on the way to Wilson. Invited one of his friends to ride along. Somewhere between Farmville, where he lived, and Lawrenceville,Va. the friend took over driving. I don't know if he had permission to drive while the other driver took a nap or he just decided to give it a try. Problem was, he'd never driven a truck before and when he got to the stoplight in Lawrenceville where you make a left to get to rt.58 and follow the truck route to rt.46 south he instead made a right. The trailer wasn't even halfway around the turn when it hit the pole on the corner, knocking it down. The police pulled him over and the pole was still hung up under the trailer with wires dragging behind. The regular driver was passed out drunk in the sleeper. They both went to jail, not only did my old friend not get a new truck, he lost his job. Somebody had to go get the truck and I bobtailed to Lawrenceville and got the load and delivered it in Wilson.