Saturday, November 3, 2007

Speak about Spokane

Stopped here for the night and drank a beer and am getting my XM radio hooked up. Hard to be me tomorrow as I will be driving all day and hopefully ending up in California. You will hear about it here...back to work, Dedication :0

Friday, November 2, 2007

Bambi Killa

I was driving along yesterday morning near Butte, MT and along came a stupid deer and ruined my progress. Had to go to the terminal and assess the damage and plot a course. After all was determined and viewed, it was decided that it would be best to get into another truck as the repair on this one would certainly take a few days. Considering that they were not offering a first class ticket back to North Dakota for an all expenses paid vacation where I can chase my wife around and drink brewskis and run the hell out of my barbecue...I decided that a different truck would be the way to go...

Turns out that the deer was a blessing in disguise. I will be getting a truck with sort of a better sleeper and larger bed and all in all, it will represent a modest improvement over the old truck. Also there are no dents on this truck. Seems that the driver of this truck was able to keep his consumption of alcohol and vicadin down to reasonable levels and as an added bonus, he was reasonably clean in the way he chose to take care of the truck.

I just have to think that things happen in threes. First, my wife hits a deer, now me. I suppose I will have a long distant cousin in Nebraska plow into a deer and it will all be over with. Usually it is in threes in the same area however. One year we had three Don Johnsons pass away...well, two of them were Don Johnson and the third, strange enough was the Dentist Dawn Johnson. All died in the same month last year.

Looks like at least tentatively, I will be heading for California for more debauchery and crime. Suits me, I live in a small town and there is just nothing to talk about.

Here are the things I have been thinking about while driving down the road:

I hate the Bill Mack Show. I know, you probably just freaking love the show and you are insulted beyond belief and are wondering how I could possibly be a bigger asshole. Which, I could be without trying, but, here is why I think his show sucks.

First, I don't care how important you think you are, Bill Mack. But when you act all self important and spend all this time dropping names about the legends that you know. Well it just gets old.

Cindy sounds like a constipated hippo when she laughs. I just wish she would open her damn mouth when she laughs like a human being. NNNNNN NNNNN NNNNN is not a frigging laugh...HA HA HA is. Open your mouth walrus face.

I don't know where they dug Truman up from put they need to shove him back there and close the drawer. His voice is just plain annoying and more music and less of what he calls music is good for the listener.

Shamrock, Texas...what an armpit.

Leann Rimes and Blue should be jettisoned off the flight deck of a soon to be scuttled aircraft carrier along with her family and pets. Bill Mack just loves to talk about how he wrote the song and gave her a big start, ETC. She had barely released the song and Bill couldn't keep his fat leathery face out of the spotlight. What a moron...

The people that call the show really need to have something to talk about. I mean, it is just a darn shame that Mr. Condescending Bill Mack has nothing to say. But, who the hell can blame him with such crappy material. If I hear one more, "thank you for what you do Bill and Cindy" I will start checking my golf swing on puppies at elementary schools infront of kindergartners. Bill Mack, you suck, suck I tell you.

Dedication (;^I>

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

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*:)

Sunday, October 28, 2007

A Short Note From Corning

Hi, for those of you enjoying the weather in ND. It is nice and warm and sunny and 70 degrees. Nanner nanner boo boo!