Sunday, August 25, 2019
One of my few ‘life’s scary moments’.
A favorite truck
1950 Chevy pickup, Nephew Ted painted it black for me.
I am still a licensed General Contractor, but I never left off being a carpenter. My favorite thing in that life was driving nails. Carpenters compete driving nails on break. What we call a nail about 3” long is 16 penny or a ‘sinker’. A nail about 2 ½ inches is an 8 penny nail. A great carpenter can sink a #16 nail with a tap to set and a hit to send it home into Canadian Pine. I never succeeded with the 16 (I used two hits) but I could do the one hit with a #8. On the job, I didn’t mind being the sawyer, but I much preferred driving nails.
The first house I built I actually did not know the lumber yard would deliver my lumber at no charge, so I hauled it all myself to save money. (Yeah, I always learned the hard way it seemed, besides being cheap).
So over the years if I really needed supplies I hauled them vs waiting to fit their schedule. So one day the crew needed some vinyl siding. I jumped in my pickup and headed for Charlotte to get some. With it loaded I headed for the job. I never locked my doors and the windows were open since I did not have A/C. At the first stop sign, a BIG DUDE opened the passenger door and got in. There was no threat other than the surprise and his size. “Y’all will take me down the road to McDonalds, won’t you.”
I am sure I stuttered, but I did say, “Yeah Hop in.” Of course he was already in and the door closed.
Needless to say that 2 miles seemed a long ways.
“You can drop me off up there,” he pointed at the McDonalds Arches. After he got out he called back, “I’ll send you a couple bucks for gas.”
He was out of the truck, so by now I felt a little cocky and asked, “Where you gonna sent it?”
“Never worry, I 'gets' your address, no problem.”
There was never a verbal or physical threat but the message was conveyed…………….. From that day on in Charlotte, my truck doors were locked.
Any scary moments in your life?