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These stories were actually in the Farmville Herald, Dec. 3rd, 1909.

One I saw in Rustburg a while back.

Indeed- I drove a '79 F-model with a 350 Cummins and 10 speed Roadranger.

I was just thinking about the Roadway R-models with 318's in them running 35 and 23 to Columbus in the 80's and whenever they keyed the mike to say something all you'd hear was a 318 Detroit screaming...not that there's anything wrong with that. Seems kinda funny now.

I get the Farmville Herald newspaper, only printed twice a week on Wednesday and Friday. Every Friday they reprint the front page from 50 years ago. Very interesting to me because sometimes i'll see people that I remember or knew. They also reprint a page from 100 years ago. No pictures then, but it can be interesting at times too. Ran across these stories this week, one fits right in the "work ethic" topic.

here's a game for 'ya- http://www.break.com/games/tiger-woods-wife-outrun.html

Sure hope it quits raining, or snowing, or whatever it's doing today.

And don't forget the noise cancelling mike for your cb, and a good external speaker

Not really, I just like to play around with pictures when it's raining, or snowing, or there's no freight. The Mack is turned a little too much but it was the closest yellow one I could find. But thank you very much indeed.

See what I mean-

quote name='Underdog' date='05 December 2009 - 06:55 PM' timestamp='1260057336' post='44599'] As soon as Tom sees your post I bet we will see a Peterbilt school bus. Gregg I didn't photoshop this picture. I've been saving it for a rainy day ever since I found it here: This is much better than the crappy looking pictures I do.

raining here too. was snowing earlier but it stopped.

Got a nice drive-by picture of this GMC in Ohio yesterday on rt. 62 between Salem and Alliance.

I was so smart I rode this bus to school. later on I even drove it, as I was old enough to get my license by 6th. grade. I was very proud of that, being the only sixth grader with a mustache and a drivers license.

I must be even slower-I don't even know what it means...huh?

there's no need to worry-nobody gets out of here alive! Hope that makes you feel all better.

Amen Brother

oops-we're not the brightest star in the galaxy- that's planet I mean-planet. back to the drawing board Monsanto. wait-you said NASA was gonna do what to where? The "Third Galactic Nebula" is exactly where gkfgmm is-I gotta go, later guys seeya, I must be off.

that's because you can't "fix my post" and add a photoshopped picture of me. I came from the plant gkfgmm, and we're immune to that nonsense.

don't fall for it Mike-that's not Nikki, Rob's baiting you to see if you're gonna make an inappropiate comment!

running out of fuel? .. me? well, there was one time when I drove a '79 F-model. But the fuel gauge didn't work. I was full of fuel and loaded at the shop on a Friday and had plenty of fuel to run this trip, to Baltimore or somewhere. I left Sunday night and on the way in the next day I ran out about 12 miles from the shop and had to walk about a mile to a store to call headquarters. Turned out that Jeff or Todd has used the truck over the weekend to haul a load of chips to Covington- little over a hundred miles,one way- and didn't fill it back up. Almost ran out in Warrenton with the same truck, but when it started sputtering I made a flip and went back to a Texaco station and got enough to make it home. I was driving a '77 F-model one time, going to Covington with a load of chips. I was running with another truck and they ran out of fuel about half way up North Mountain on I-64. I had an empty oil jug and we siphoned fuel out of my truck one gallon at a time and poured it in until we figured we had enough to get to the Ponderosa Truckstop, at the bottom of the mountain on the other side. Very slow process. Finally I said "that oughta do it". So we got it started and took off-and ran out again, still a long ways from the top of the mountain, and had to repeat the process. And I ran out in Lynchburg once, bringing a brand new cabover KW back to the shop from Truck Enterprises in Roanoke. The cheap b@$#@rds wouldn't even put enough fuel in it to get it to Appomattox. H.H. should have told them to come get it and took his binness elsewhere. And there was that time I ran out in Florida in that International, when all the fuel drained into the right tank because I was parked leaning to the right. It would not equalize even after another truck pulled me up where it was sitting level, with the tops off the tank. Had to call the truckstop to bring me fuel, and once I got going it equalized like it was supposed to.

good one- way to go Santa!

cold too-you forgot cold

True indeed. My brother-in-law was looking for a job one time and I got him a job working in the shop at the company I drove for, servicing trucks. The first time the shop foreman asked him to line the brakes on a trailer he refused, and that's exactly what he said-"that's not my job". Nobody has any pride in their job anymore, they're just looking for that paycheck. I've been loading at a steel mill before, after sitting there all afternoon, and the workers quit a half hour before their shift was over with just one more lift to go on the trailer. And of course the next shift had to screw around at least a half hour before they do anything. And then if the truck ain't sitting 500 miles away at 7:00 the next morning to unload the truck driver must be a no-good lazy shiftless bum.

That's what I thought when Virgil Goode, plain 'ol southside Va. tobacco farmer, lost in the the last election. He actually listened to the people, and actually replied to phone calls and mail. Did his job in other words. Was dead-set against illegal immigrants. But he lost to a big shot city slicker lawyer type democrat in the last election-who's done nothing by the way. I think the "you owe me a living, i'm looking for my handout now" people outnumber the rest of us. And that is a problem.