Translation of Trucker Language

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Anything new?
How are you this fine day? Have you had any interesting events occur in your life since we last spoke?


Not much.
I am fine today and thank you for asking. Very little has occurred out of the ordinary.

I was running across the Buckeye yesterday.
I was driving across the state of Ohio yesterday.


Called out for a hand to tell me which word was out at the coop.
I inquired on the CB radio of another driver whether the sign at the weigh station said "open" or "closed".

Big word was out. All locked up and nobody home.
The sign indicated "closed". There were no officers in the weigh station and all the lights were off.


But there was a full grown sitting in the middle at the 11 with the porch light on and one in the Hoosier at the the 142 shooting my side.
But there was an Ohio State Trooper parked in the median at mile marker 11with his dome light on doing some paperwork and an Indiana State Trooper at mile marker 142 in Indiana with his radar gun aimed at the west bound traffic.

I didn't worry about the Hoosier full grown cause I was against the wall at 68.
I was not concerned about the Indiana State Trooper at mile marker 142 in Indiana because my truck is governed at 68 mph and trucks are allowed to drive 65mph in Indiana.


Even with a 475 Cat and 13 on the stick I was doing it all.
Even with a Caterpillar engine rated at 475 hp and 13 gears I was unable to drive any faster.

I was heading for the speed circle
I was driving towards Indianapolis


and was feeling the rumbles.
and I was feeling hungry.

I stopped at a choke n puke and filled up
I located a diner where I was able to gather some nourishment


then went a little further for some go juice.
then I drove a little further and purchased some fuel.

Got to the speed circle and took the bottom half cause the middle was shut down for me.
I arrived in Indianapolis and I traveled 465 around the city on the south side due to the construction on I-70, which travels through the center of town, not allowing vehicles over 13 tons at this time.


I stopped at the flying hook at the 4
I stopped at the Flying J truck stop at Exit 4

to catch my comic book up and get some shuteye.
to bring my log book up to date and to get some sleep.


Had a lot lizard knockin about 3 wanting to know if I needed any company. I was cool, so I said no thanks.
A prostitute that frequents truck stops knocked on my door and asked if I would be interested in purchasing her time. I said thanks, but no thanks.

A reefer had pulled in next door while I was out and there was no way for me to get back down so I headed out.
A tractor trailer unit carrying refrigerated goods parked next to me while I was in the truck stop using the rest room. With the constant noise of the refrigeration unit running I was unable to go back to sleep so I left the truck stop and continued on my journey.

I usually look for drop decks or skateboards as neighbors. Much quieter.
I usually try to park my vehicle next to open trailers that have the rear portion of the trailer lower than the front portion or next to flatbed trailers. Then I am able to see what is being carried, the open trailer allows for more air flow through my vents and they are readily observable as NOT being a refrigerated trailer and therefore much quieter to sleep by.

Got down the road a piece and a wiggle wagon had hit the get off for a quick whiz.
I ventured further down the highway and a truck pulling two trailers had taken the exit ramp in order to relieve himself without having to try to maneuver into a truck stop or parking area.

Soft shoulder so he laid it down.
The side of the road was not firm enough to support the weight of the truck and trailer and the trailers tipped over on their sides.

There were two hookers and a county mounty trying to help when I went by.
There were two Heavy Equipment Tow Operators and a County Sheriff at the scene attempting to raise the trailers upright again.


It was a busy morning cause a little later every one hit the granny lane to let a meat wagon by. Traffic was quite busy and a short time later all the traffic merged into the right slow lane in order to allow an ambulance to pass on the left.

Got to the big muddy arches that afternoon and had to get a lumper to hustle the load out.
I arrived in St Louis that afternoon and the particulars of my cargo necessitated the hiring of a laborer in order to get my trailer unloaded.


Needed that time anyway to let the comic book catch up with me.
I could use the time needed for unloading to allow the time on my watch to catch up with what I had already written in my log book thereby insuring that further travel would be accomplished in a forthright and legal manner.

But there was no bedroom in the yard so I headed out for the next pickle park.
But there was no place for me to park my truck where I would not be in the way after being unloaded so I drove towards the next available rest area.


Rolled in there with the jake on and growlin'.
I entered the rest area with my engine brake engaged thereby creating a low growling sound from the motor.

Found me a spot next to a wide load and drew the curtain.
I located a parking space next to a truck carrying over sized equipment and drew the curtains in my window and went to bed.

Another day in paradise.
Another day in Paradise.