Sad remembrances from the super slab....and other thoughts
Aug 28, 2019 22:17:41 GMT -5
Darin, isett2860, and 4 more like this
Post by trailboss on Aug 28, 2019 22:17:41 GMT -5
Back in the mid eighties I was trucking up through the San joaquin Valley...I had dined on Chile colorado the night before, but the 1972 cabover International Transtar had been bucking me pretty good...The Tule fog was almost impenetrable, and I had to guide my way to the nearest restroom. The exit for the truck stop had a wreck on the offramp on I-99, I figured that I would head to the rest area at Kingsburg California.
By the time I got there, I was doing the penquin walk...pigeon toed, squeezing the cheeks to prevent a hazmat spill. I walked in the public restroom, four stalls were occupied, the fifth was missing the door. Under normal circumstances, I would wait for a stall with privacy, but this was not normal circumstances, so I took the stall with the missing door.
A guy walked up that resembled Radar O'reilly, looked at me longer than I thought was appropriate. He walked away, and then came up and did the same thing again, I said "do you need help or what?" in as loud and gruff a voice as I could muster...he walked off looking dejected.
As I finished Up, I looked above the TP holder...scribbled on the wall was the date and time I happened to be sitting there, offering inappropriate services...seemed I had misappropriated someone's throne.
This stuff never happened to Jerry Reed when he trucked with the Bandit!
To be fair, Bandit watched the front door....Radar wanted to watch the back door.
By the time I got there, I was doing the penquin walk...pigeon toed, squeezing the cheeks to prevent a hazmat spill. I walked in the public restroom, four stalls were occupied, the fifth was missing the door. Under normal circumstances, I would wait for a stall with privacy, but this was not normal circumstances, so I took the stall with the missing door.
A guy walked up that resembled Radar O'reilly, looked at me longer than I thought was appropriate. He walked away, and then came up and did the same thing again, I said "do you need help or what?" in as loud and gruff a voice as I could muster...he walked off looking dejected.
As I finished Up, I looked above the TP holder...scribbled on the wall was the date and time I happened to be sitting there, offering inappropriate services...seemed I had misappropriated someone's throne.
This stuff never happened to Jerry Reed when he trucked with the Bandit!
To be fair, Bandit watched the front door....Radar wanted to watch the back door.
My father was so upset when this closed in the early 70s we set up camp with travel trailer and spent the night. I cant believe this place is no longer here I stop here every year. I can hear him now. Ah good times.
Bringing my grandchildren home to Mandeville in the middle of the night Granddaughter said PawPaw I have to go, well just before Baton Rouge there was a seedy rest stop, pulled up and there was a beat up van, 2 rough men in it, Got Granddaughter by the hand, .45 in the other and slowly walked making sure they saw my hogleg, Went in with her, she did her business, got back out, van still there, no problem from them, I always avoid rest stops, I’ve crapped in the woods a lot, lot safer, I admire Charlie because as a trucker he hasn’t begun to tell us some of his harrowing experiences. 