A FOUR WHEELER'S GUIDE TO TRUCKERS' HELL

 

 

Sit back and get ready for a truly unique experience.

A journey of discovery that will leave you informed and possibly ashamed.

It won't hurt much.

But it could leave you with a new outlook on truckers. 

 

Greetings, and welcome to Truckers' Hell.

This will serve as a guide to the proper operational procedures required of a four-wheeler, when in the immediate vicinity of a truck. This is by no means a complete list, but rather a beginner’s course.

For an advanced course you are required to buy a truck and hit the road.

There you will learn things that I could not begin to describe in this limited space.

But for now, sit back, take a deep breath 

 

You come to a stop sign at an intersection of a major highway.

You stop,

You look right,

You look left,

You see a truck coming fast from your left.

Be sure that you wait till you can see his face clearly before you turn in front of him.

This way you will be able to see the look of terror on his face in your mirror.

Don't worry about getting hit; everybody knows that trucks have good brakes.

 

You are entering the on ramp to a major freeway, traffic is moving along at a good pace.

You notice a truck coming in the slow lane, and knowing how considerate truckers are, you decide to merge in front of him. You put on your left blinker to get his attention, and speed up till you are in front of him.

Now that he has slowed down to let you in, slow down till you are even with him, and continue to do so until you both are going about 20 miles per hour.

Now look in your mirror to see the happy face of a trucker who is so glad that he got the chance to be kind to someone, and merge in.

There is now plenty of room for you to do so safely.

 

 

You are traveling on a divided highway at just below the speed limit for trucks.

A truck has been slowly gaining on you, and is finally overtaking your car.

Just when he gets his trailer tires even with your door, speed up to maintain your position.

Whatever you do don't allow him to pass you completely, as that would mean that you would have to follow.

Just stay there until he finally slows down to get behind you. Then be sure to check your mirror for that pleasant smile that will tell you that you just made his day.

Now don't forget to return to your previous speed.

 

 

You pull up to a stop sign at the intersection of a two-lane road.

You look to your right and notice nothing coming, but to the left is a big truck coming about a quarter of a mile away. You decide that there is more than enough time to turn right.

But maybe not.

Well, maybe so.

To go, or not.

Well why not.

You put on your blinker, and slowly pull out in front of the truck.

A half-mile down the road, put on your right blinker and turn into the neighbor's driveway.

Look that trucker is waving at you.

He must be awfully tired; he could only get one finger up to wave.

Don't forget to wave back. 

 

The road seems clear, shall we proceed?

You are traveling down the highway, when you come up behind a big truck.

You're in no particular hurry, so you decide to stay behind him.

If you get close enough you won't have to watch for traffic, just tail lights.

Pull up about one car length from his bumper.

Don't get back too far, as someone may get in front of you.

Now just sit back and relax.

You've got nothing to watch for, nothing to do but cruise.

 

 

No time to rest now, let's keep going.

 

There you are, just minding your own business, following that truck, about 20 feet back, when all of a sudden your window gets a crack from a rock.

The best thing to do now is to get the truck to stop so he can pay you for the damage.

Pull around him and slam on your brakes, so he knows that you want him to stop.

If he tries to go around you, he must have not understood your meaning.

Truckers aren't very smart, you know.

Just speed up so he has to get behind you again, and then slam on the brakes again.

Pretty soon he will get the idea. And boy, will he be glad that you let him know that he broke your window. 

 

When you get that window replaced, let's head on down the road.

You're coming to a stop sign, behind a truck.

There is a nice wide shoulder to the right of that truck, and everybody knows that trucks take forever to turn.

Why not pull up beside him on that shoulder, and make your turn while he's just sitting there.

 

Calm down, there's plenty of time to get to the rest. Take a deep breath and let's move on.

 

There are a few things that I believe deserve mentioning which don't exactly qualify as part of Truckers’ Hell. Still they do need to be put up for consideration.

They are not in any particular order, so don't think I'm playing favorites. It's just that I have not had time to consider the position to which each should be assigned.

 

My list is as follows:

 

·         Children who want you to blow your air horn, while in heavy traffic

·         Small towns with stores, cafes, and such; but no room to park a truck

·         People who won't back up or move over from the left turn lane, to let you make a tight turn to the right

·         The fact that a truck must stop to be weighed and inspected, while a 20 year old station wagon; loaded with lumber, riding on mismatched, bald tires, and smoking from the tail pipe goes on down the road

·         Having to pass a physical every year, while 80 year old deaf, half blind, highly medicated people get a license renewal in the mail for four more years

·         People with a 2000 watt cb base station, and no friends to talk with, so they get on channel 19 and start S___

·         Dark windows

·         Getting blocked in at a truck stop

·         Radio stations that play songs you never hear anymore, but they only get out 20 miles

·         Highways with different speed limits for cars and trucks

·         Truckers who tailgate

 

 

Well there is one thing I just don’t understand. Why does the law make me carry a fire extinguisher? It's not their truck, what do they care if it burns up? Cars burn up too but they don't have extinguishers, now do they? And while I'm at it why don't cars have to carry spare light bulbs? And why is it perfectly legal for a car to have a radar detector, but not a truck?

 

If cars were subjected to all the one sided laws that trucks are, there would not be a phone line in Washington that was not busy from complaints.

 

 

Anyway, you're almost done. Just a little more.

 

 

The back gets sore, the eyes get red

The knees feel like they're broken

You get so bored, sometimes you think

It's time you took up smoking

 

Your mind has gone a million miles

But you've only gone a few

The road looks like it did last week

The last time you passed through

 

You've chased that stripe, so long it seems

There's nothing new to see

You've been so many places

There's no place new to be

 

You've gone through, more sets of tires

Than most folks use in their life

You're in your third truck, since you started

You're past your second wife

 

You were there when that truck stop waitress got married

There in the dining room

But you missed your son's, first homerun

When was that again, last June?

 

You saw the president's motorcade

When it went by in D.C.

But you weren’t there, the day your daughter

Fell out of that tree

 

The years went by, and you got older

Too old to learn a new trade

It seems life dealt you a sorry hand

But that's the hand that you played

 

And now it seems, that you've lost everything

That you ever had, but that truck

But it's yours, and it's running, and I guess that's something

So maybe you still have some luck

 

WAYOUTWALLY

 

 

 

Well there you have it, a day in Truckers' Hell

I know it seems like a trucker should be more understanding of the poor little four-wheeler, but day after day it's the same old thing.

Some days it seems it just might not be worth the trouble any more.

But the road is an addictive little "drug".

So on we drive.

Trying our best to make another day without killing someone.

Praying that nobody causes us to kill ourselves.

Just following that stripe down the road to retirement.

When we can buy a motor home, and drive down the road to old age.

 

 

I hope you enjoyed your tour, and that you learned a little about the folks who bring you your stuff