other dog

Old Time Trucks is good too, i've talked to them on the phone, real nice folks there and the magazine is as good or better than Wheels of Time.

I just read the magazine, never felt welcome in the forums, can't post a picture without approval, they're too stuck-up for me.

I heard the captain got a new job, he's driving a school bus now.

geez, it's not like I do it all the time, it's just a once in a while thing.

well at least you're doing very important scientific experiments when you pee on things instead of just...well, just peeing on things. keep up the good work.

Much like Steely Dan, I had to go back and do it again. I clicked "file" in the top left corner, box drops down, clicked "save",another box opened, then clicked "save image as",you can save it to pictures,documents, or desktop so you can find it when you want to post it on BMT. Here's another random one from somewhere in the U.S.

yes, here's all my pictures- http://www.bigmacktrucks.com/index.php?/user/1374-other-dog/page__tab__gallery I either right clicked on the page and then clicked "same image as" or if it said "file" at the top I clicked on that, then "save image as" and saved it to my pictures and posted it that way- browse, select, attach this file, add reply.

I see what you're saying there Green Dash- I didn't try to enhance my story like Olivetroad. I condensed a weeks work into 4 lines, not even mentioning walking to and fro, tarping,strapping,chaining,setting up coil racks,peeing,untarping,unstrapping,unchaining,putting stuff away,unpeeing-never mind,I never un-peed-but then i'm not one to make mountains out of mole hills

what randyp really needs- or maybe that is randy with spot following in the pickup.

I like Mrs. Dash...hate to talk about her like this...but I use her a lot...never tried that lime version though.

don't know about Marie, but i'd probably leave with a big smile on my face.

here you go,Krusty the clown-

no indoor plumbing in the shop?

Here's the street view picture of the trucks. I have a big tank.

The clear tape is an excellent ideer, think i'll get a roll of it.

I read this article in HDT. I didn't know that if the tag with the WLL on it is gone off a strap they can count it as only a 1,000 lb. WLL or as no strap at all. I have several straps that the tag has blown off of but they're in perfect condition otherwise. That's just stupid. I would hope that if the DOT checks mine they will have some common sense about it and not be a dick but you never know.

That's right, everybody likes big cans.

I probably ran almost as hard as Mark this week. I left last Sunday with a load of coils going to Duluth,Ga. Unloaded Monday morning and went up to Clarkesville to get a load of lumber that wasn't ready so I had to go over to Rome and load for Moneta then went to Middlefield,Oh. and unloaded then reloaded a load that was supposed to have went to North Jackson, so I took that to North Jackson then went over to Sharon and loaded coils for Lynchburg,then went by the shop to have the truck serviced before I went to Moneta and loaded for Cortland,Oh. after which I loaded in Sharon for Lynchburg again. Got in about 8:00 last night.

the green one looks good and straight. I guess the snow shovel would be included at that price. it was granny and papa for me too.

I never cared much for the cabover Peterbilts, but the KWs were good looking trucks,eh? I drove them for a long time.

we played army in the woods, had sticks for guns. had to make our own sound effects. I was always Sgt Saunders,from the tv show "Combat".

well good for crusty.

ohhhh, I see. Never heard that term before. I won't be needing the recipe then.

I did almost all the above, but not quite. My two brothers and I had to cut the grass at the church and cemetary about a mile from home. Cut it every 2 weeks and we had one riding mower and two push mowers. We pushed and drove the mowers all the way there and back. We took turns on the riding mower, each of us riding it a third of the way. Worked in the hay fields and wheat fields every summer. In the fall we'd get home from school and Daddy would have 2 wagons of corn parked at the barn and we'd shovel a whole wagon load of corn off the wagon into a small door in the barn...i'd unload one and my brother would do the other. We'd shovel with a grain shovel too, no augers, no conveyors, just a grain shovel. Play time was all spent outdoors, in the woods, in the creek, into something. And climbing trees was my thing- just because they were there. There wasn't a tree in the woods I couldn't climb. I even climbed the big hickory tree in the woods behind the house, the tallest tree in the woods. Then I climbed it again and carried a hammer and some nails with me and pulled up some boards behind me with a rope. Then I nailed them up in the top as high as I could get just so everyone would know I had climbed it, kind of like planting a flag on top of Everest.