I thought you had to have the mudflaps with the chrome naked women on them, or actually no flaps at all.

 

My Mack does about 75 mph, of course you could measure the time it takes to get there with a desk calendar and by then I need to exit the hwy, but at least my truck has a trailer :wink:

 

And I'll still be yelling for you slow ass truck drivers to get the hell out of my way as I drive my four wheeler in for another day of yard spotter duty.

 

Spotters Rule!!!

I truly thank you for all your hard work. I get to come into the terminal, drop my trailer and leave because of your efforts.

Not to mention the times you have pulled trailers out of the mud for me or pulled out ones that were parked so close I couldnt get in between them to roll up the landing gear. :shock:

 

:lol: Well, I appreciate your appreciation of yard spotters, but I've only started this job today. I figured I'd give this a shot, since I'm not so certain how good of an idea going back on the road would be with a good portion of my leg missing.

 

Thats why they make automatics, and I make prosthetics.

 

I have the prosthetic already, and I can still shift just fine. I just don't want to be climbing up and trailers, throwing tarps, and the like until I'm better adjusted to having to wear this thing. It's still a little new to me, and the adjustment has been a bit trying for me.

 

Very understandable. Just keep your head up and youll be fine. Amputees can do ANYTHING they want, just need the drive. There was an AK amputee on American Gladiators several weeks back. He didnt win but he finished everything.

 

JeffTheTerrible, better part of one-leg missing than 1/2 of your brain (like some truckers I've run into!)

As Bumper said, "Spotters Rule!"

 

Thanks for the kind words. I'm not going to lie.. it sucks, but I'm not terribly depressed about it or anything (although, given a choice, I'd much prefer to have the whole thing). It's just getting adjusted to it. The biggest kick to the crotch being not having gotten used to having to put it on first thing in the morning, so I jump out of bed, like I did when I had two legs, and typically end up busting my ass in that process. And then it occurs to me that I need to do that. But, no worries. I'll get used to it in time.

It's... different. I have a fixed schedule now, which blows my mind. I actually know what time I'll come home at night... and I'll know this in the morning. Before this, I ran heavy equipment for a road construction outfit, and it was exactly the opposite (it was a good place to work, though - good pay, good benefits, and having to watch out every time for practical jokes and such). It's not physical limitations which worry me about this job - it's the schedule. Working in sitework, I worked long hours, and it's what I wanted, for a simple lack of anything better to do. Now, I still have nothing better to do, and more hours to do nothing with. That's really the only part I don't like about it. But the job itself isn't so bad. I ride around in a little Ottawa yard spotter all day, with Judas Priest blaring through the speakers, and I move trailers around.