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Originally Posted by marvin
Pardon my ignorance; but do all rookies get trucks that are totally disgusting/wrecks? :shock:
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Yes.
My first-ever truck was an '83 Freightshaker cabinover with a 145 gallon fuel capacity. I got to know fuel stops really well in that truck. (This was 1997.)
Oh yeah, I still have a picture of that tub.
You can't see it from the side in any picture I have, so you can't see why we used to call this truck Mighty Mouse. It's a single-axle, and it had small fuel tanks because of it's extremely short wheelbase. The one thing it had going for it was that it could put daycabs to shame in a turn.
It's funny looking back on this picture too. I remember why one of the horns is missing its cover, and that black line to the left is where I almost tore the bumper off on some piece of debris in the field beside the dock I was trying to hit.
I remember the construction on I-95 through Lumberton. Somebody peeled a cap right in front of me, and I couldn't miss it because of the Jersey walls. I ran smack over it. A little later, somebody said I was smoking really bad.
Came to find out the cap had folded the crossover back and jerked the fitting out of the big tank completely. I tied up the line and wrapped pastic around it to keep it from leaking worse. I eventually found the Peterbilt dealership there at I think exit 169 in South Carolina, and bought a cap to screw onto the line to prevent it from leaking.
I only had the one tank, the little one. I fueled in every gas station that had diesel, and had to put most of it on my personal credit card to get home. (I was reimbursed, but not for the interest. I wonder how much interest I paid on their fuel over the many years it took me to finally get that all paid off.)
That was my first trip to Myrtle Beach. It wound up being my route for the next nine years straight, but I never again ran it the way I had that first time, starting in Fayetteville and working down. I used to start in Columbia.
I miss that job. Miss my old friends. I'm not happy here now, but I can't go home. :sad:
Home is gone.