I was just starting solo on the road - been driving with co-drivers for the last year and my current one was in the hospital. (No, I didn't do anything TO him, although my friends still doubt me
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I was leaving Oklahoma City (yet again) and going to L.A. - I find a nice trucker to talk to and we set off. We stayed awake for 18 hours straight (that is 1000 miles for you and me) talking about philosophy and God and the Mysteries of the Universe.
During this scintillating conversation, we were heading for a scale house (for those who don't know about them, they weigh and inspect trucks. Usually on the state borders.) He was in front of me and went right by (punishable by fines, tickets and really irate state troopers...)
As I started to pull into the scalehouse, he realized his mistake, hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the interstate (remember - all these truckers are watching and ribbing him half to death!) - he leaps out of his truck and runs as fast as he can to the scalehouse with his paperwork trying to explain his distraction (me!)....
The troopers in the scalehouse were laughing so hard at him, they told him to beat it, but not to do it again...
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Defender for the Light -
Goodness knows there is a lot of Dark out there!! - Where are my matches?
Wandering Joke of the Laughing Hyenas
Laughter can be a Mighty Weapon - when wielded with pizazz and accuracy! What Ho!!