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Oh, and speaking of YouTube, I watched a really good one again yesterday, it was on the related videos of another one I watched. The "steepest road in Canada" part caught my attention. It was about the "Bella Coola Hill", rt. 20 out of Bella Coola, in British Columbia. I love this stuff, the road- well, the hill- is 12 miles and a 15% grade, with parts of it at 18%. And it's a dirt road! I was wondering if trucks were even allowed on it, and yes they are. Another video of it showed a couple of tankers coming down and they were spraying a water and calcium chloride mixture to keep dust down. The guy on the motorcycle that was making the video said he preferred the dust, because it was very slick after they sprayed it. This is not the one with the trucks...I don't think. It might be, but there's other shorter videos of it so it's not too hard to find.

Jim Beam is my usual too. A lot of real bourbon drinkers don't like the flavored stuff, but I really like the Jim Beam Red Stag, because it's such a good mixer. When Zina goes to Lynchburg to Sam's, Kohl's, Ross, Target, Western Auto, Sears, Piggly Wiggly and JC Penney I sit in the car with the dogs and a huge "Vicki drink" with Red Stag.

Funny thing, not funny "ha-ha" but funny weird, as popular as Jack Daniels is I've never tasted it. Makes me want to go get a bottle of it now. That's why I don't get Crown Royal too often, it's way too smooth and goes down way too easy, then the next thing you know you don't know nuthin'.

OK, we'll all be there.

Whatever, what about the prime rib?

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Hmmm, Black Bush- interesting 🤔

Yeah, that's probably where it'll end up, collecting dust on a shelf. I still have a fifth of Makers Mark that someone gave me about 10 years ago that I've never opened. I've opened many bottles of Jim Beam and Crown Royal, but not the Makers Mark.

My son, daughter in law, and grandson dropped by today. My daughter in law had visited Scotland recently and she brought me a bottle of 12 year old Scotch. Very nice. It wasn't like a huge bottle or anything, but I'm not much of a liquor drinker anyway. And a bottle of mead... whatever mead is. I tasted mead before, our UPS guy is a bee keeper and he gave us a taste of some of his blueberry mead, it wasn't bad stuff.

We had a joe dog at H.H. Moore's, I was hooked to it here bringing a girder out of Banker Steel in Lynchburg. A lot of times the beams were so heavy the permit required us to have a minimum of 7 axles on the ground. The girder was resting on the joe dog, not the truck, so when you made a turn you had to be very careful of all the overhang on the front, you could tear up some stuff with it if you weren't paying attention.

Yes they were. One of many things that annoy me on Facebook is when somebody posts a picture of an old truck and somebody will always comment "makes my back hurt just looking at it". They probably never even drove one, but they gotta criticize it anyway. I expected a truck to ride like a truck, because it was a truck, and it never bothered me.

I always order a steak medium, and the one I had was good. It was the smallest ribeye on the menu at 12 oz. I have cooked a few steaks in my time that were perfectly done, and I'll be the first to say that it was completely by accident. More often than not it would be under cooked or overcooked. Under cooked ain't bad, you can always put it back on the grill, but you can't undo overcooking it. And, again, when I put one back on the grill because it was undercooked I usually end up over cooking it.

Yeah, my little ribeye was excellent, but I agree on the prime rib. They say that's the only way to eat it, but I like my meat cooked a little more than that. It might be done, but it just doesn't look right🤣. However, I do know a prime rib expert, so let's ask his opinion. 1958FWD, take the floor-

My lovely wife and I went out to eat in Lynchburg yesterday for our third anniversary. Went to Texas Roadhouse, first time I'd been there in several years, since well before I retired anyway. It has to be good when the only thing I had to complain about was too much food! Most of this is at home in the refrigerator now. I ate the small ribeye and skrimps, and a salad, Zina only had a couple of bites of her prime rib. She had a couple of sips of this margarita, and I finished the rest, along with 2 of those large beers. I hate to waste stuff. And we went to Elba Butcher Shoppe in Altavista Wednesday because they have a lot of gallon size cans of vegetables. We got everything we needed to make our annual stew, except the potatoes, onions, and the meat. We always get that fresh. We're going to make that Nov. 15th, so y'all drop by and get you some if you're in the area. I know Brocky would love to have a bowl of real Brunswick stew. Here's some stew from years past - Looks delicious! And, to keep things truck related in case gear head grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl is out there, a lot of truck drivers have had this stew, and liked it. And here's a big Mack truck-

...makes me want to snap into a Slim Jim!

I know I've told this story before, but it's been a while. True story, almost a "FAFO" situation. I almost found out the hard way. I was picking corn after school, by myself. I was 17 years old. Driving a Ford 5000 tractor with a mounted picker. My dad had already gone home, I was going to finish that field up and come on in myself. The tractor and picker looked about like this, but I think this is a 4000 tractor. The corn went up that chute and into the wagon, and when you got to the end of the row you just pulled a lever and the chute would stop running, otherwise the corn would just fall onto the ground when you were turning. Then when you got straight on the next row you turned it on again and the corn dropped into the wagon. I was in the process of turning, the chute was off, but everything else was running, and I reached back to clear some shucks away that had built up. And something grabbed the sleeve of my jacket. It happened so fast, just in an instant, that all I had time to do was think about how stupid I was to get killed like that, after hearing all my life that you never did anything to anything until you shut the machine off. I knew better, but it was a momentary lapse of reason. And then the entire sleeve of that jacket ripped off, right at the shoulder. I could hardly believe that I didn't get sucked into the corn picker and ground to bits. Then I stopped the tractor, stopped the corn picker, dug the sleeve out, and took it and the rest of the jacket way down into the woods and hid it. I was shaking like a leaf. I finished the field and drove the tractor home, shaking from the cold then, because I had no jacket. But I still considered myself extremely lucky because it could have been so much worse. That was over 50 years ago, and I never told either of my parents about it, until the day they passed away.

Yes, I probably still have a scar on my ankle from when I fell out of a tree and a piece of broken glass was on the ground and cut me just above my ankle. It was a pretty deep cut, but nobody threw me in a car and rushed me to the doctor. My Mom probably cleaned it off and put a band-aid on it. It wasn't my fault I fell, the limb I was on broke, but I didn't try to sue the limb, or the tree. 🤣

That's the truth! Me and my brothers were using chain saws cutting firewood - we survived not even wearing hard hats, chaps, or safety vests- when we were kids, driving tractors, baling hay, combining grain with a pull type combine, picking corn, plowing, bush hogging, we did it all. I remember driving the tractor in the hayfield before I even started school! Nowadays they'd want to be throwing your parents in jail for child abuse, when actually it was the best upbringing I could have had as far as I'm concerned.

That's one of, if not THE best looking Freightliner I've ever seen.

Here's a few of my favorites. There was over 300 trucks in the parade, each banner costs $250, and some trucks had 2, 3, and more banners on them. That's a lot of money raised for the American Cancer Society. Over $2 million since they started doing it, this was the 25th. year..

We're at the Truckers Parade Against Cancer again this year. Just waiting for the parade to start, that's not until 3:30. I have a few more truck pictures that I'll post when I get home, the phone signal isn't that great here.

A '98 CH, single axle.

Yes, I always thought the same thing. Zina asked me one time if I'd ever been to Louisville, and I said "no, that's mostly for chromed out plastic trucks, I can ride around the truck stop parking lot and see plenty of them".

That blue high binder in Mt. Airy looks fantastic! I saw a bright yellow GMC in a picture on another post that looked good too. My next door neighbor when I lived in Gladys went, he has a blue and white cabover KW.

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