I'm Hard As Hell In Harding

I figured I would try to attract the reader through subliminal sexual references. OK, I just couldn't think of a title and this one kept running like hell in my spacious non-brain cell filled cranial cavity.

My excuse? I just woke up, fired up the computer, and have not had my coffee yet.

I'm on my way to Taxas, home of the Dallas Cowpigs and the Houston Disappointment. The land of swaggering big toothed, bad breathed, fat women. I am going to get a frigging welcoming committee from my Dad when I get there. It is all in good fun however. I do have a Houston Texans helmet hanging from my visor in the truck so I guess that qualifies me as a Texan resident far better than all the illegal alien jerks driving around without licences or insurance. While I am on my way to insulting everybody, Fuck Mexico. There, I'm Done.

There was a bad accident yesterday at mile marker 13.5 on I-90 in Montana. I was driving kinda slow in the curves because I could see the sheen of ice on the highway. A Flatbed, hauling aluminum roll sheeting, lost control in the curve, slammed into the concrete retainer wall in the median and drug there for over 200 feet then slammed into the guardrail and rolled over with load, dunnage and everything strewn over 750 feet. I pulled up to it a quarter mile back from the carnage and it just gave me chills. The driver was killed but I was unable to find out whether he was thrown or was still in the cab. It was an outfit out of Washington. I think that first of all, one needs to look further than the fact that there was a shutdown freeway, or that there was a crash. Rescue and cleanup crews needed to be called. Everyone on the Eastbound side of I-90 needed to adjust their schedule. The Company needed to be called about the death of one of their employees. The Family of that employee needed to be notified that their member would not be returning and would no longer be there for them.

The witnesses I spoke to at the accident told me that the driver had passed them coming into the curves when they were already moving at 60-65 MPH. They also said that lane control was a problem for this driver and that the memory of the truck was vivid as he concerned the other drivers...

I too was going that way and was being passed by trucks that got lucky and did not lose their lives that day. Just last night, I was driving through fog between Butte and Billings, MT that gave me maybe 50 feet of visibility. I was going 40-45 with a truck tailgating me the whole way. There needs to be a change in the attitude people approach driving with. That accident could clearly have been prevented. If his schedule was tight, the place to catch up would not be in those curves. The speeding signs and postings through mountain passes are written with blood. Don't let that blood be your own. Drive like you are a responsible citizen and encourage your fellow driver to do the same. It is time we do a little more than pay lip service to the term Safety. Dedication*:)