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Thank you Vlad!

I'd trade my scrapple for a bowl of pinto beans any time.

Geez...next thing you know there'll be a call for a "national ambassador of scrapple" position on here.

I would buy all the stationary 2 cycle Detroit Diesel engines I could find and have one anonymously shipped to 1958 FWD every couple of weeks.

No, not their shirts, but their underwear is now hanging on the rear-view mirror.

I was at the westbound Bedford service plaza when you went by...you didn't even wave.

People just drive too fast in those conditions. Too many of those "super-truckers" out there that watch too much tv or something too, I don't know what's wrong with them. It doesn't matter how good of a driver you are, when you can't see, you can't see, and when it's slick, it's slick. I slowed down as soon as I hit the white-out, and pulled right into the service plaza. If it hadn't been there I would have pulled into the next wide spot I got to to get off the road. I was talking to nocluejoe66 on the phone and he was talking about a facebook post he'd seen that was basically saying something like "for those of you that can't drive, get off the road and out of the way of those of us who can, because we've got to go". So that's what I do, get out of those super truckers way- i've never had a load in 37 years that was that important.

Then I went back across the bridge to go to Petersburg, Va. to get another load of beams, 60 footers going to Neville Island, Pa. that were supposed to be delivered by 3pm Tuesday. I'm trying to catch up to that boat... uh-oh, it's the police. Nice looking Mack on 95 south of Fredericksburg. I made good time to Petersburg, got there at 4pm. Called headquarters to get my load number and appointment time and they said the earliest they could get was 10pm. I said "and i'm supposed to be there by 3 o'clock tomorrow?" They said "don't worry about that, we'll just get them there when we get them there". Which is pretty much what I do any way. So I wait 6 hours to load, come out of the mill at quarter to twelve, pull out to the chain down area, and go to bed. I chained the load and put my lights and flags on the next morning. Instead of going through the woods like I normally do, I figured i'd run up to Breezewood and take the turnpike to save time. And i'd already heard on the satellite radio's Pittsburgh weather channel that 79 was closed south of I-70, and 70 was closed somewhere because of "accidents and jack-knifed tractors and trailers". I made it to Breezewood fine, but before I even got to Bedford it was like hitting a wall- the temperature dropped from 38 to 31 degrees in a matter of minutes, then I was in a white-out. Couldn't see 50 yards. The road was completely covered in about a minute, and when I found the ramp for the service plaza I pulled in and found a parking spot. I went inside and got a sammich at Subway, and when I came out the snow had slacked up some and the salt trucks were working. I was just about to pull out and get a little closer to Pittsburgh when the eastbound trucks going by said there was a bad accident over around Somerset at the 106 mile marker. They said 10 trucks and a bunch of cars had a major pile-up, a car carrier and the whole load of cars was on fire, and the turnpike would probably be closed for a long time. So I waited there at the service plaza until morning. Got to Neville Island around 9am, didn't leave until 12, then I went over to McKees Rocks to get a load of coils. They still hadn't gotten everything cleaned up by the next evening. Unloaded in Lynchburg yesterday morning, then hung around the shop, patched my tarp, and was about to go home when I got a van load of Kyanite going to Sanford, N.C. Left the truck at Truck Enterprises on the way in because the check-engine was light on- pretty sure it's DEF related, because the red light was on in the DEF gauge too, and it was almost full- just filled it before I left for Sanford. They still had my old red truck at Truck Enterprises too-

I went to Cornwells Heights, Pa. Sunday- that's up north of Philadelphia. I saw a lot of water and the Annapolis bay bridge. and some ships in the water- Then I saw a storm up ahead and a blue bridge. Later, that same day, I saw an orange ship in the water. After I got unloaded Monday morning, I followed 1958FWD up to a diner where 39babymack was waiting, and we had breffiss. I gave my camera to Randy and he took a picture of me and Ron, then Ron took a picture of me and Randy, then I took a picture of Randy and Ron.

Yes there is, i've read his stories over and over. He said a couple of years ago he was shutting it down because he couldn't afford to keep it up any more, but then some Canadian group of some sort funded it for a couple more years. I don't know how any of that stuff works or what it costs, but it sure would be nice to be able to save it somehow. I have a disc he sent me several years ago with the entire website on it, or everything that was on it at that time, i'm sure some things have been added since then. It didn't work right in my computer- it worked, but it was hard to scroll down, it would jump 7 or 8 pages at a time. I've gotten a new computer since then though, haven't tried it in the new one.

I talked to Old Bill yesterday. It was the first time since his wife passed away. He was packing up to move back to Elliot Lake. Thought i'd pass this along- He said his website will be gone on the 20th. of this month, so if anybody wanted to take a look, you'd better do it before then. http://www.thedieselgypsy.com/

Well, i'm not delivering in Philly until Monday- not Philly actually, it's north of Philly near Bensalem, forgot the name of the place- but I can't call Randy Y anyway, I don't have your number.

To tell you the truth Ed, when I got unloaded in Pilot Point it was a little after 1pm,eastern time, and I had to haul ass to Blytheville to load. My appointment time was 11pm, and I had 500 miles to go. But I did think about calling both of them, but since I really didn't have time to stop I didn't call. I would have told them to make the appointment for the next morning, but they had already taken the load and it had to be picked up before 4am or they couldn't get another load out of there for 2 weeks, so the pressure was on me. I got there at 10,an hour early, and hadn't been there 10 minutes when they called on the radio for any trucks in the staging area to come to the scales. I hadn't even finished the can of beany weenys I was eating, since I didn't even have time to stop to eat on the way there.

I went out on another mission this week, first time since Christmas. Took a load of beams from Petersburg to Pilot Point, Texas. Only bad part is I loaded a load of beams in Blytheville, Arkansas going to Philadelphia. It was snowing in Concord Monday- looks a lot a little bit nothing like Heavygunner's Montana pictures,eh? Saw this when I stopped for a sammich on the way to Petersburg- I saw Memphis, and some high water. Sundown, somewhere on I-40. Passed this gussied up cabover KW when I was on the way to Blytheville- Took this in the mirror- Mississippi river on I-155. Random hot babe for no good reason-

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Happy New Year everyone, I hope it'll be a good one! leftover Christmas pic-

Passing Zone Blues might be my favorite- "I was in the left lane, scraping gears..." "officer,if you'll let me go i'll crank this smokin' Mack...i'll go slow....stay behind...won't try to pass..."

oh,almost forgot-

Just finished the book- been reading it since Christmas! 429 pages! I learned a lot though- the story I remember hearing about a truck being washed away at Woods Mill is true. It was never seen again, never been found to this day to my knowledge. The book was written only a year after the flood, but I've heard "truck driver stories" that it was a Hennis, Hemingway, or one of the big companies out of North Carolina because they had a truck and driver that disappeared that night that has never been accounted for. It was seen going into the water and getting washed away, but it was unknown at the time who's truck it was. Woods Mill is just north of Lovingston, where rt. 6 turns off of rt.29, shown in the picture above. And also I learned that the rainfall in Nelson county that night was the highest recorded amount of rainfall in that time frame ever...anywhere...ever- somewhere between 27 and 41 inches in 6 hours! And I learned that Ma's lemon chess pie was way better than the store-bought lemon chess pie.

I saw that too- evidently the guy's a notorious liar.

No, i'm out of the home made stuff, but I threw a couple of bottles of "store bought" in my niece Ashley's bag because her boyfriend Spencer is the biggest fan of the home made sauce. He likes it even more than Bob- he pours it on a slice of bread and eats it. He asked about it though, and said to keep it coming. I told him I hadn't made any yet.

Yeah, but that "airbag" girl- holy mackle, she's hot!..and that hot1239 girl... anyhow, I went to Cumberland yesterday, we had a little family get together at Ma's house. Saw my brothers and sister, nieces, nephew's, even Uncle David and Aunt Helen were there. We took a lemon chess pie that I bought at Long Mountain Grocery. They're my favorite- some Amish or Mennonite women make the ones they sell at the store, and they are delicious! I bought two of them, so I could bring one home. I even marked it so I wouldn't mess up when I sliced it- this is a real pie chart. The little tiny piece at the bottom is Jo's...I don't want to be hoggish, so I'll make sure she gets some . Ma looked at me kind of funny when I brought the pie in, and said "why'd you bring that?" I said "well,..uh...just to be bringing it." Turns out she had made me a lemon chess pie because she knew I liked them. This is the one she made- what's left of it that is, somebody already ate most of it. She gave me this brown sugar pie too, which is a good one- a years supply of sugar in one pie. Haven't tasted one of these since I was a kid. And best of all was this book she had that she gave me. I've read it a couple of times, but not for years. It's all about Hurricane Camille and the Nelson County flood in 1969. I was only 13 years old, but I remember it well. We went to Nelson county a few weeks after the flood, and the damage and destruction was just unbelievable. It killed over 120 people in Nelson County,destroyed 193 homes and damaged 70 more, destroyed 135 miles of road and damaged 50 more, and destroyed 23 major bridges and 67 smaller ones, and damaged 36 more. The book means more now because i've traveled so many of those same roads and know people, or their kin people, that are mentioned in the book that I didn't know of in 1969. https://www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_virginia/sets/72157631101613776/ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nelson_County,_Virginia We took the pie, oysters, black eyed peas, lots of june daisy cheese, and some hats that had "F.L.Moore and Sons Trucking Co." on them- I told them i'd spent a pile of money on them- jackets, and some hog jowl seasoning meat. Everybody liked everything. I gave my sister a choice of a bag of black eyed peas and a package of hog jowl seasoning meat, or a pint of oysters. She picked the black eye peas and seasoning meat. Uncle David took a pint of oysters. He likes them but doesn't buy them because they're too expensive, and everybody got a pack of the cheese. It was great, those are the best gifts, something you know people will like, use,and enjoy, and just being with the family. Gee, Merry Christmas everybody! OK, back to binness...

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I think you're all good there, the drive-thru at McDonald's could be a problem though.