Lets say you park your truck one night with near freezing temps and in the middle of heavy rain. The next morning you get up to go deliver your load only to have your truck sound like Dom Deloise attempting to run a marathon. The engine takes several attempts to start and even then only grudgingly continues to turn over.
What do you do? Get truckin'.
You try to open your drivers-side door to do a walkaround in the 10 degree weather, only to find out it is iced shut. Window won't roll down either, and the same goes for the passenger side.
What do you do? Get truckin'.
Eventually you force your way out and try to pop the hood of your truck, only to find that it, too, has frozen solid to the rest of the truck. Carefully, you wiggle it open and take a look, only to later find out that it refuses to latch back in place because the latch itself is frozen.
What do you do? Get truckin'.
The windchill is so low that it feels like -15 or -20 out and your fingers freeze almost as soon as you use them to punch in the codes you need at the pump, as the reefer needs to be topped off. The card reader doesn't want to work, either (who does?) but eventually you get it sorted out and the reefer topped off. While leaving the parking lot of the truck stop, you find out that your transmission is stuck in the low range but that isn't such a bad thing, as your fuel filters are jacked up anyway and your engine is starving itself.
What do you do? Get truckin'.
You manage to arrive a couple miles away at your consignee, via back roads, only to be directed across the street to another facility, then back to the original one because the guard at the first place didn't understand what was going on. After eventually being assigned a door and told to wait for someone to cut the seal off, you proceed to imitate the Keystone Cops as you slip and slide around the back to open the doors.
What do you do? Get truckin'.
Orders are to drop the trailer and get an empty, so you disengage (almost leaving a strip of skin on the very cold gladhand handles) and carefully bobtail across the street where you are ignored at the shipping window for fifteen minutes before someone perks up and assigns you the one trailer in their lot that you could take anyway. Back up and hook up to said trailer to find that the lights work fine but the brakes lines are frozen solid. Attempt various ghetto fixes while waiting for our service department to open, all of which fail, then wait on them to send out Road Service to fix the problem.
What do you do? Get truckin'.
I'm Back... sorta... maybe... well.... we'll see....
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It's obviously be ages upon ages since I fired up the old keyboard to pound
on the Qwerty's to make some sense of the madness inside my head. I'm
currently...
7 years ago