You never know what you'll run into out there
Life would be a lot different if we didn’t have huge 18-wheelers and other such trucks bringing our everyday commodities to stores in our communities. We’d have to buy everything locally, and our options would be severely limited. Trucks are a common sight on the highways and byways of America, and you can bet that they see quite a few sights with all of the miles that they cover. Hallucinations are common, truck stops are brimming with people offering illicit services, and car crashes are frighteningly commonplace. Even the occasional UFO has been spotted.
Here’s some wild tales from the open road!
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My grandfather was a truck driver at a lumber yard for about 25 years after WWII. He once told a story about how he and a coworker both left at the same time from the yard. My grandfather would often go first and the others would follow, but the other guy insisted on taking the lead.
So they’re driving on the highway, full speed, his coworker gets cut off by a car that just switched lanes without looking. He slams on the brakes. My grandfather noted this and, being so close behind, tapped the brakes and was able to do an emergency slide into the left lane without slamming into anyone.
The car was rear-ended by the truck. My grandfather pulled over and came running back only to find that the contents of the load, TONS of lumber, shifted forward during the hard brake and destroyed the cab, decapitating his friend in the process.
While my grandfather was no stranger to such sights in the war, especially as someone who fought on islands in the Pacific, he said this was especially tough on him, since when you’re in war you prepare yourself for this kind of thing. You don’t expect something so gruesome in civilian life. (OldMackysBackInTown)
I went out with my uncle a few times on night runs. The most messed up thing that ever happened to him was hitting a guy.
Interstate, all lanes full. He couldn’t avoid what he assumed was a jumper off an overpass that landed just in front of the truck on the road. He hit him and slowed down as much as he could with a full load. Described it like hitting a downed deer. Bump bump.
Found out later the guy had been dragged up the overpass and pushed off. Hit by lots of cars that couldn’t avoid him. I think that it was a murder that bothered him more than hitting someone ending their own life. (SweetLittleButtercup)
The most scared I have ever been was going over Donner pass one night in late April. I had checked the weather reports and the only concern was supposed to be light snow flurries at the highest elevations. CA will issue mandatory restrictions indicating you have to put chains on your tires, so I checked the CA DOT website and no restrictions were called for. I went through the inspection station at Truckee, and they were asking if we had chains on the truck but still no call to put them on.
About 10 miles up the road, the sky opened up into the worst whiteout blizzard I have ever been in. I could barely see 50 feet in front of me, and there had been another truck ahead of me but I lost sight of his lights completely. I could see his tracks in the snow.
I slowed down to about 20 mph. Then just to make it worse, the wind was blowing and the snow was swirling in all directions and I began to experience a strange vertigo, like I was flying and tumbling in the air. I had to glue my line of site on those tracks in front of me and hope that guy did not drive off the road. I made it. It only lasted about 30 miles and it turned to heavy rain.
I told my dispatcher if I ever had to go through there again at night and any snow was forecast, i was going to shut down until daylight. (Troubador222)