Road pics

[slpwlker]

Steel Plates under rags. Nc to Oh

Dropped my 48 for the 53 with a load of Light towers from hell

Played IRT in Colorado. Us 160 west of Walsenburg

Empty in Cortez heading for the next load how the roads have gotten good. Not to last

in between Cortez and a good ways south of Telluride

[eddeere]

Enjoyed the pictures. Any chains required ?

[slpwlker]

Yeah when I came across Wolf Creek Pass. first time chaining. Made it to the top only to be accosted by the man. so my option was chain or ticket. Thinking he was in a good mood. So after talking to the driver that followed me I got it done and trucked on down the other side and didn't loose the cherry on my Cigar towards Pagosa

[mack mhe9]

You're lucky, Earl wasn't with you.

I think that first load was a load of trees we get good money to haul them.

[Vladislav]

Wow, beautiful scenaries!

Mountain passes are neat to make pics although it's a different deal to cruise them with a load in winter.

By some reason I missed the point when you swapped the rig.

Nice looking T600 of the color of snow.

Thank you for sharing.

[slpwlker]

Wow, beautiful scenaries!

Mountain passes are neat to make pics although it's a different deal to cruise them with a load in winter.

By some reason I missed the point when you swapped the rig.

Nice looking T600 of the color of snow.

Thank you for sharing.

Sold the Pete and Trailer and went back to a company gig. It isn't bad loaded.

[1958 F.W.D.]

How many telephone poles were you passin'??

[slpwlker]

20 x 3 to the 3rd power divided by 5. Hell idk

[1958 F.W.D.]

Couldn't remember the lyrics to that song so I had to look em up........

Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins, and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide?
We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' Nehi and onion soup mix, and I said, "Earl, let's mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side. Yeah, let's give 'em a ride."
[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a couple'a boobs with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life. We woke up the chickens.
Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin' pine cones, rocks, and boulders, and put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a couple a' burnt-out roosters on the line. Look out below; 'cause here we go!
Well, we commenced to truckin' and them hens commenced to cluckin' and then Earl took out a match and scratched his pants and lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says "My, ain't this purdy up here."
I says, "Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us. Just make one mistake and it's the Pearly Gates for them eight-five crates a' USDA-approved cluckers. You wanna hit second?"
[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear and then the chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. I says, "You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?"
He was tryin' to thread it on there when the fire fell off a' his cigar and dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl's pants and burned a hole in his sock. Yeah, sorta set him right on fire.
I looked on outta the window and I started countin' phone poles, goin' by at the rate of four to the seventh power. Well I put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five; come up with twenty-two thousand telephone poles an hour.
I looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled, and his leg was fried. And his hand was froze to the wheel like a tongue to a sled in the middle of a blizzard. I says, "Earl, I'm not the type to complain; but the time has come for me to explain that if you don't apply some brake real soon, they're gonna have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon."
Well, Earl rared back, and cocked his leg, stepped as down as hard as he could on the brake, and the pedal went clear to the floor and stayed there, right there on the floor. He said it was sorta like steppin' on a plum.
Well, from there on down it just wasn't real purdy: it was hairpin county and switchback city. One of 'em looked like a can full'a worms; another one looked like malaria germs. Right in the middle of the whole damn show was a real nice tunnel, now wouldn't you know?
Sign says clearance to the twelve-foot line, but the chickens was stacked to thirteen-nine. Well we shot that tunnel at a hundred-and-ten, like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen, and we took that top row of chickens off slicker than scum off a Lousiana swamp. Went down and around and around and down 'til we run outta ground at the edge of town. Bashed into the side of the feed store... in downtown Pagosa Springs.
[Chorus]
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side

[j hancock]

Nice job!

Between the changing landscape and weather condition, you have been there and done that and got the T shirt.

[carlotpilot]

looked a little slickery glad you made it

[gearhead204]

well at least you didn't have a flatbed out of Wiggins! them damn malaria germs can get ugly! glad you missed the feed store!

hopefully Earl was behind you!

[slpwlker]

It really didn't get slick that I could feel untill later. felt a tire break free under throttle