Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Trucks and our lives

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My dad was a preacher, but several his brothers and brothers in law were truckers. My brother Odis was a trucker. So on the road even though the big 18 wheelers are sometimes bothersome I remember the saying among truckers. If you have it, drive it, use it, eat it or smell it, it came by truck. So remember these trucks are necessary. I made one sorta long haul with my brother after I got out of the USMC. I enjoyed the ride and I think the life would have appealed to me. But I did not pursue it.

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I never drove a big rig, but I do love a pick-up truck. Glen Campbell sand a silly song once, “I love my Truck”. Many folk fit that song. You are looking at trucks from the early days. They are important now and have always been important. As a matter of fact once my truck taught me a Medical fact. I once bought a prize from the bank. It was a repossessed Red and white Chevrolet. It happened to be a diesel.

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I took Sherry a ride in my PRIZE.

Says I, “Boy this thing sure is quiet for a diesel, huh?”

Says She, “ARE YOU CRAZY? THIS IS THE LOUDEST PIECE OF JUNK YOU EVER BOUGHT!”

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Well it was worth the price for medical research, I found out what she had known, “The boy is going deaf!”

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Most men and some women like pick-up trucks. They are handy. I have to laugh at some bumper stickers though. I read one the other day, “YES THIS IS MY TRUCK, NO, I WILL NOT HELP YOU MOVE!”

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I hope you enjoy the trucks, I had hundreds to pick from.

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Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

I had a man tell me something about my dad I never knew. Brother Summey (now90+) said to me awhile back, “Jackie every pastor I ever had, borrowed my truck, but your dad was the only one who put gas in it.”

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Q: Who has the right of way when four cars approach a four-way stop at the same time?
A: The pick up truck with the gun rack and the bumper sticker saying, "Guns don't kill people. I do."

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I actually owned one like the blue one. I bought it for $80. When I drove it to a junk yard to check on a transmission for my car, the junk man said, “Hey that is the truck from the Nash place. He brought that down and tried to well it to me for $50, how much did you give for it?”

That is one of the hard to answer questions. hahahaha

10 comments:

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

It seems to me that now your big rig is your RV. It must be bigger than some trucks on the road for sure. We couldn't get along without them and they are usually some of the best drivers on the road too! It's colder here today and we are waiting to see how the wind blows as to whether or not we'll be seeing snow. They say the latest front could stay south of us. We'll see... Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Missy said...

I could never drive one of those things. I can barely drive a car much less something like that lol

Missy-

Jean said...

Good Morning Jack and Sherry. I like the truck pictures we have a truck ( just a pickup)and have had one for years and I had rather drive a truck than a car I can see better. I'm driving the car more now because it gets more miles on gas. Grover's like the guy with the truck that say I will not help you move. Lol. He doesn’t want to scratch up the body. Have a nice day. Jean

That corgi :) said...

I like the honesty of your dad to return the truck with gas in it! that bumper sticker about truck and moving is funny!! I think it is hard to be a truck driver, especially those that are on the road a lot and not home a lot. Son had a friend whose dad was a trucker and would be gone for 2-3 weeks at a time. The money at times was good but not being at home was hard on all. He eventually found something else that kept him home most nights.

liked the pictures of the trucks!

betty

shirl72 said...

Jim always got a kick at the saying "I told
you to wait in the Truck" I don't know why
he thought that was funny. Never had a truck
but they do come in handy. I can get a lot of
things in my CRV so I will settled for that.

Shirl

jack69 said...

I am going Ground hog hunting SOON!

Jack

Fred Alton said...

Trucks are essential to our American way of life. I've never owned a "big rig" and don't want to. It seems to me they would be very difficult to handle in all the traffic out on the Interstates these days. Then too, if you get of the super highway, and go into town, you may need to turn around. If the ground on the shoulder of the road is soft, you could be in trouble! ☻☻☻

ρομπερτ said...

Wonderful entry of yours. And yes, there was a time when I dreamed of becoming a trucker ... ending up being a teacher ... carrying load, even though of a different kind ;) Please have you all a good Thursday.

Cher' Shots said...

What's the matter Jack? Are you running out of cars? JUST KIDDING!! LOVE the old trucks too.
I have an award waiting for you over on my blog.
'love & hugs from afar'
p.s. I will understand if you don't carry on with the award thing.

B. Knox said...

You can't have trucks without having some trucking songs. I think it was probably sometime in the late '70's and early '80's that trucking songs were especially popular.
Sometimes when I pass a big rig (or it passes me), I start sing Merle Haggard's "Big Wheels Rolling." Back when I drove a VW Beetle, I especially liked Jim and Jesse McReynold's song, "Diesel on My Tail."
Last Thursday, I had a 3 hour drive home in my car late at night by myself. I got behind a couple of empty log trucks, but they soon outpaced me. A little farther down the road another empty log truck came up behind me. I drove a little faster than I wanted just in order to not hinder him. It was about 11:30 p.m. I thought that must have been a very long day hauling logs.
About 11:40, I started singing "Eight more miles to Louisville." Almost home.