Here is the trucker language translation.
Distinguish original from translation like this.
This is original
This is translation
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.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Trucker Language
Trucker's often speak in their own language. And I'm not referring to the language which causes movies to get R or PG-13 ratings. Here's an example of what you might hear between two truckers. Picture two drivers sitting at the diner counter carrying on a conversation.
Anything new?
Not much. I was running across the Buckeye yesterday. Called out for a hand to tell me which word was out at the coop. Big word was out. All locked up and nobody home. 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. I didn't worry about the Hoosier full grown cause I was against the wall at 68. Even with a 475 Cat and 13 on the stick I was doing it all.
I was heading for the speed circle and was feeling the rumbles. I stopped at a choke n puke and filled up then went a little further for some go juice. Got to the speed circle and took the bottom half cause the middle was shut down for me.
I stopped at the flying hook at the 4 to catch my comic book up and get some shuteye. Had a lot lizard knockin about 3 wanting to know if I needed any company. I was cool, so I said 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. I usually look for drop decks or skateboards as neighbors. Much quieter.
Got down the road a piece and a wiggle wagon had hit the get off for a quick whiz. Soft shoulder so he laid it down. There were two hookers and a county mounty trying to help when I went by.
It was a busy morning cause a little later every one hit the granny lane to let a meat wagon by.
Got to the big muddy arches that afternoon and had to get a lumper to hustle the load out. Needed that time anyway to let the comic book catch up with me. But there was no bedroom in the yard so I headed out for the next pickle park. Rolled in there with the jake on and growlin'. Found me a spot next to a wide load and drew the curtain.
Another day in paradise.
Anything new?
Not much. I was running across the Buckeye yesterday. Called out for a hand to tell me which word was out at the coop. Big word was out. All locked up and nobody home. 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. I didn't worry about the Hoosier full grown cause I was against the wall at 68. Even with a 475 Cat and 13 on the stick I was doing it all.
I was heading for the speed circle and was feeling the rumbles. I stopped at a choke n puke and filled up then went a little further for some go juice. Got to the speed circle and took the bottom half cause the middle was shut down for me.
I stopped at the flying hook at the 4 to catch my comic book up and get some shuteye. Had a lot lizard knockin about 3 wanting to know if I needed any company. I was cool, so I said 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. I usually look for drop decks or skateboards as neighbors. Much quieter.
Got down the road a piece and a wiggle wagon had hit the get off for a quick whiz. Soft shoulder so he laid it down. There were two hookers and a county mounty trying to help when I went by.
It was a busy morning cause a little later every one hit the granny lane to let a meat wagon by.
Got to the big muddy arches that afternoon and had to get a lumper to hustle the load out. Needed that time anyway to let the comic book catch up with me. But there was no bedroom in the yard so I headed out for the next pickle park. Rolled in there with the jake on and growlin'. Found me a spot next to a wide load and drew the curtain.
Another day in paradise.
My supervisor
Hey everyone,
I just wanted to take a moment and tell you a little bit about the wonderful supervisor that I have at my shop. He is truly a phenomenal individual. Not only does he treat all of those that he supervises with grace and mercy but he is constantly teaching us and instructing us on more and better ways to do our jobs more and better efficiently.
He always has a smile on his face when he comes to work and he often brings us doughnuts and coffee to get our morning started off right.
As we work through out the day he is always there with an encouraging word.
"Good job"
"Such a fine product you are building, John"
"You make me proud to work here, John"
"John, you really look good in those jeans this morning."
These are just a few of the gracious comments that he has for us everyday.
Since I am a truck driver and not in the shop much except for Fridays and some Thursdays, I am not as lucky as some of the other employees who enjoy his special attentions every day of the week. Some of the other fellows will ask, "Are you working Saturday?" just for the opportunity to spend another day with this fine man.
I only wish that the rest of the world had a supervisor that was as kind and compassionate as mine. I truly believe that there would be less poverty, less war, less human suffering, and I am sure less unemployment.
His name is Donny...but we all call him a gift from God.
Thank you Donny...
and thank you God!
(PS. How's that sound, Donny? Sound good to you?)
I just wanted to take a moment and tell you a little bit about the wonderful supervisor that I have at my shop. He is truly a phenomenal individual. Not only does he treat all of those that he supervises with grace and mercy but he is constantly teaching us and instructing us on more and better ways to do our jobs more and better efficiently.
He always has a smile on his face when he comes to work and he often brings us doughnuts and coffee to get our morning started off right.
As we work through out the day he is always there with an encouraging word.
"Good job"
"Such a fine product you are building, John"
"You make me proud to work here, John"
"John, you really look good in those jeans this morning."
These are just a few of the gracious comments that he has for us everyday.
Since I am a truck driver and not in the shop much except for Fridays and some Thursdays, I am not as lucky as some of the other employees who enjoy his special attentions every day of the week. Some of the other fellows will ask, "Are you working Saturday?" just for the opportunity to spend another day with this fine man.
I only wish that the rest of the world had a supervisor that was as kind and compassionate as mine. I truly believe that there would be less poverty, less war, less human suffering, and I am sure less unemployment.
His name is Donny...but we all call him a gift from God.
Thank you Donny...
and thank you God!
(PS. How's that sound, Donny? Sound good to you?)
Yard Salers
As I have said before I live on a busy corner in a nice little small Mayberry type town. Whenever someone has a yard sale they always hang the sign from the telephone pole that sits on the corner in front of my house
Then for the next week folks are stopping in the middle, yes, I said in the middle of the intersection to read the sign to try to figure out where the yard sale is so they can go buy someone else's trash to add to the trash that they already own.
I like to sit on the porch, drinking my coffee, and watch the parade of mini-vans.
Sometimes I get lucky and someone asks me for directions.
This is the part I love.
No matter where the address is that they're looking for, I always give them directions to my bank. I figure if they've got money to buy junk with then they have money to put in my bank account.
Life is grand!
Then for the next week folks are stopping in the middle, yes, I said in the middle of the intersection to read the sign to try to figure out where the yard sale is so they can go buy someone else's trash to add to the trash that they already own.
I like to sit on the porch, drinking my coffee, and watch the parade of mini-vans.
Sometimes I get lucky and someone asks me for directions.
This is the part I love.
No matter where the address is that they're looking for, I always give them directions to my bank. I figure if they've got money to buy junk with then they have money to put in my bank account.
Life is grand!
Too Long
17 days. I just realized that it's been 17 days since I've posted anything. Life has just been too busy. It seems that I say that a lot. Oh well, at least life goes on.
Isaac and Sheila went down to Columbus last night where Isaac was admitted into Children's hospital in an attempt to get his diabetes under control. It has been progressing and his sugars are running around 400 to over 600. He feels fine, just that his sugars are way too high. they said that the insulin that he is taking could be dangerous for him if it's not controlling his sugars.
So I'm here with the rest of the kids for the weekend.
I have a toilet that needs fixing. Maybe I can get that done today.
A friend of mine would like me to go to the vet with her to see her dog that she admitted yesterday with Parvo. A little beagle puppy and they think she'll make it but my friend just wants her pup to know that she hasn't been abandoned.
Hana and Ben were supposed to take their drivers tests today to try and get their licences but I'm not sure that's gonna happen. Hana can't find her paperwork and Ben's been up all night reading the new Harry Potter book that he went out after last night at midnight. I doubt he'll be in any shape to drive for a test.
I have an appointment next Friday to get my first tattoo. The shape of Texas with the state flag colors inside it. Maybe I won't chicken out.
Backhauls have been slow what with the holidays and all. Got the Sports Illustrated load from Woodstock, IL to Dayton and Columbus, OH this week. If I call early enough I may be able to get that regularly. that would be cool. It pays good and it's a light load. Only 12 or 14000 lbs.
Sheila is getting her new knees on August 8th and all the work rearrangements are in place. She's been doing better lately as far as the pain is concerned but it still hurts pretty bad.
Apparently anyway. I keep telling her I don't feel a thing.
My black eye should heal fairly quick.
Isaac and Sheila went down to Columbus last night where Isaac was admitted into Children's hospital in an attempt to get his diabetes under control. It has been progressing and his sugars are running around 400 to over 600. He feels fine, just that his sugars are way too high. they said that the insulin that he is taking could be dangerous for him if it's not controlling his sugars.
So I'm here with the rest of the kids for the weekend.
I have a toilet that needs fixing. Maybe I can get that done today.
A friend of mine would like me to go to the vet with her to see her dog that she admitted yesterday with Parvo. A little beagle puppy and they think she'll make it but my friend just wants her pup to know that she hasn't been abandoned.
Hana and Ben were supposed to take their drivers tests today to try and get their licences but I'm not sure that's gonna happen. Hana can't find her paperwork and Ben's been up all night reading the new Harry Potter book that he went out after last night at midnight. I doubt he'll be in any shape to drive for a test.
I have an appointment next Friday to get my first tattoo. The shape of Texas with the state flag colors inside it. Maybe I won't chicken out.
Backhauls have been slow what with the holidays and all. Got the Sports Illustrated load from Woodstock, IL to Dayton and Columbus, OH this week. If I call early enough I may be able to get that regularly. that would be cool. It pays good and it's a light load. Only 12 or 14000 lbs.
Sheila is getting her new knees on August 8th and all the work rearrangements are in place. She's been doing better lately as far as the pain is concerned but it still hurts pretty bad.
Apparently anyway. I keep telling her I don't feel a thing.
My black eye should heal fairly quick.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
My tastes
This is personal.
I love cowboy music. Not country and western so much, although there are a few good songs there, but just the old western music. Anything to do with the cowboys. Maybe that's why I loved Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove so much.
Some of my favorites are Ian Tyson, Don Edwards, Waddie Mitchell, Sons of the San Joaquin, and Michael Martin Murphy. I also enjoy Willie Nelson but for different reasons. As far as country music goes that's about the extent of it.
I have an Ian Tyson album on my mp3 player that I listen to quite a bit while I'm driving and it really helps me relax. There are some days when I just need to mentally escape from wherever I am and go back to the wide open ranges and ride that dusty old dun across the hills in search of the lost herd. Maybe that's why I enjoy driving a truck so much. It's my way of "crossing the plains".
Anyway, Ian Tyson sings this song called Bob Fudge about a trail driver who lived in the late 1800's to early 1900's and it really speaks to me. I love the tune and the words as well. I just wanted to share it with you. Not everyone is familiar with cowboy music and some of it can be quite beautiful.
You can check out the album Live at Longview but here are the lyrics to Bob Fudge.
My name is Bob Fudge
I was born in Texas
Lampasas county
back during the war
Small pox and Comanches
took most of my family
left my poor mother
and my brothers and me.
So I headed north
for to ride for the Blockers
They were contracting herds
for the Montana range.
In the spring of the year 82
we left ol Lampasas
with 2000 steers
for the Little Big Horn
Crossing our trails
were many great rivers
all to be crossed
not a bridge could we find
in the cold roiling waters
and the wild plungin cattle
there was many a young man
took leave of his life
Well, we crossed at Doan's store
into the Indian nations
we saw the blood on the rocks
where those cowboys had died
And on to Fort Dodge
on the Arkansas River
where gamblers and whores
came to welcome us there
The great snow capped peaks
were on our left side now
for many a mile
in a great silent land
when I first saw Montana
I knew I would love her.
I'd ride her great ranges
for the rest of my days.
Well, she's all cut and dried now
and the trails are all gone.
I been to Yellowstone Park
in an automobile.
But I can still see em swimming.
Boy's I can still hear em running.
Yes, I came up the trail
when cowboys was king.
My name is Bob Fudge.
I died in Montana
You really need to find the song and listen to it. It's on the album Live at Longview by Ian Tyson. If I knew how to put it on here I would but alas, my skills do not reach that far yet. Maybe someone can tell me. I would reward them with a great pat on the back.
Have fun.
I love cowboy music. Not country and western so much, although there are a few good songs there, but just the old western music. Anything to do with the cowboys. Maybe that's why I loved Larry McMurtry's Lonesome Dove so much.
Some of my favorites are Ian Tyson, Don Edwards, Waddie Mitchell, Sons of the San Joaquin, and Michael Martin Murphy. I also enjoy Willie Nelson but for different reasons. As far as country music goes that's about the extent of it.
I have an Ian Tyson album on my mp3 player that I listen to quite a bit while I'm driving and it really helps me relax. There are some days when I just need to mentally escape from wherever I am and go back to the wide open ranges and ride that dusty old dun across the hills in search of the lost herd. Maybe that's why I enjoy driving a truck so much. It's my way of "crossing the plains".
Anyway, Ian Tyson sings this song called Bob Fudge about a trail driver who lived in the late 1800's to early 1900's and it really speaks to me. I love the tune and the words as well. I just wanted to share it with you. Not everyone is familiar with cowboy music and some of it can be quite beautiful.
You can check out the album Live at Longview but here are the lyrics to Bob Fudge.
My name is Bob Fudge
I was born in Texas
Lampasas county
back during the war
Small pox and Comanches
took most of my family
left my poor mother
and my brothers and me.
So I headed north
for to ride for the Blockers
They were contracting herds
for the Montana range.
In the spring of the year 82
we left ol Lampasas
with 2000 steers
for the Little Big Horn
Crossing our trails
were many great rivers
all to be crossed
not a bridge could we find
in the cold roiling waters
and the wild plungin cattle
there was many a young man
took leave of his life
Well, we crossed at Doan's store
into the Indian nations
we saw the blood on the rocks
where those cowboys had died
And on to Fort Dodge
on the Arkansas River
where gamblers and whores
came to welcome us there
The great snow capped peaks
were on our left side now
for many a mile
in a great silent land
when I first saw Montana
I knew I would love her.
I'd ride her great ranges
for the rest of my days.
Well, she's all cut and dried now
and the trails are all gone.
I been to Yellowstone Park
in an automobile.
But I can still see em swimming.
Boy's I can still hear em running.
Yes, I came up the trail
when cowboys was king.
My name is Bob Fudge.
I died in Montana
You really need to find the song and listen to it. It's on the album Live at Longview by Ian Tyson. If I knew how to put it on here I would but alas, my skills do not reach that far yet. Maybe someone can tell me. I would reward them with a great pat on the back.
Have fun.
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