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This one is for U Black Balled....
 
More than one logging truck driver has been killed on the Lewiston Hill when his brakes failed with a load of logs in the bunk behind him or her . The cab doesn't offer much protection when they get to moving then the truck hits something solid .

I'll add more to the list Pipestone Pass between Butte and Whitehall and Bozeman Pass between Bozeman and Livingston , Pipestone has run away truck ramps on it that are used on a regular basis !

A friend of mine's brother-in-law hauled long logs. A moron pulled out in front of him with a whole family in the car. Rather than kill them all he put the truck on the unimproved shoulder at highway speed. When he tried to get back on the highway he snatched all four tires, rims, and hubs off of the right rear of the trailer. Naturally not much good happened after that. The entire load of logs came through the cab of the conventional Pete.

The driver must have been living right, tight with the Man. The logs filled up every bit of the original cab space. The cab bulged out and he fell in between the door and driver's seat, a space that hadn't existed a moment before. Tore up his shoulder and some minor damage but he walked away from the wreck. I saw the tractor myself, nothing short of a miracle anyone lived through that. As soon as he was released to go back to work he took the insurance money and bought a brand new rig, ... set up to haul long logs again!

Hu
 
Would you skate it?

Speaking of skate, I visited my brother while he was stationed in Hawaii. Even back then they were selling land by the frontage inch and they had strange ideas about land use. He grabbed his skate board, the original narrow steel wheeled beast maybe eighteen or twenty inches long and we went to what they called a parking lot. More like paved mountainside. It was Sunday, everything closed so we had the big parking lot to ourselves.

The goal was to skate down the mountain, basically impossible. A couple three beers to loosen up and we kept trying and falling within a few feet. We were persistent though.

Finally I managed to stay on the board, standing proud. The dry bearings were screaming, the wheels roaring on the blacktop! About three-quarter down the parking lot I realized I had several issues that needed attention. This parking lot dumped directly into a busy four lane road. Go out in it and chances were good I would be squashed like a bug. Even broadsiding something was going to be intense. Seemed like I was going about seventy-five miles an hour, probably was going half that or better! Too fast to bail onto pavement, no way I could stay on my feet. OK, I have plenty of empty parking lot to hang a right and it was comparatively level through there, some chance of survival. Of course these skate boards were lousy at turning.

I'm still picking up speed rapidly, the four lane is getting closer by the second too, decision time. I hung a hard right, or to be more accurate the skateboard did! I kept going straight. My feet hit the pavement, my head hit, my feet hit, my head hit, this happened a half dozen times or so before I started bending. I had to think it looked like a cartoon where the character is stiff as a board crashing along like that. When I finally stopped end over ending I slid, I slid a long time too. My shoes almost survived, everything else even my faithful real Lee jeans were destroyed, something generally thought to be impossible! Now we had to find some bandaging material. Fortunately he had access to Trippler, the huge military hospital. I got patched up and taped up enough that I wasn't leaving Hu shaped imprints everywhere I stopped. A few more beers and I was ready for my brother's next idea.

Somehow I survived two weeks and didn't have to be shoveled on the airplane home. I hate long distance flying so I went with my usual flight plan, a six pack preflight, two IW Harper's straight, the only whiskey they served, and I slept halfway to California. I have quit drinking so naturally I have had to quit flying too. That crap is for the birds!

Hu
 
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More than one logging truck driver has been killed on the Lewiston Hill when his brakes failed with a load of logs in the bunk behind him or her . The cab doesn't offer much protection when they get to moving then the truck hits something solid .

I'll add more to the list Pipestone Pass between Butte and Whitehall and Bozeman Pass between Bozeman and Livingston , Pipestone has run away truck ramps on it that are used on a regular basis !
I wish Homestake Pass and Cardwell Hill had mandatory chain requirements. Sure seemed like a lot of jack knifes this winter.
 
Speaking of
California. I have quit drinking so naturally I have had to quit flying too. That crap is for the birds!

Hu
Speaking of drinking and flying...

I was in Detroit airport for connector back home and that flight got cancelled.

A couple other flights to DC that evening,.both booked.

It is 10pm or so, so I figure I am overnight in the airport. Went to bar and commenced with drinking.

Had 4 doubles in about an hour and then hear my name called for a flight. I get on it and am sleeping pretty much as soon as I sit down.

Wake up in DC and realize those helpful Detroit booked me to a different DC airport.

About $100 cab ride and an hour spent walking around long term parking to find my car.

Good times.
 
Speaking of drinking and flying...

I was in Detroit airport for connector back home and that flight got cancelled.

A couple other flights to DC that evening,.both booked.

It is 10pm or so, so I figure I am overnight in the airport. Went to bar and commenced with drinking.

Had 4 doubles in about an hour and then hear my name called for a flight. I get on it and am sleeping pretty much as soon as I sit down.

Wake up in DC and realize those helpful Detroit booked me to a different DC airport.

About $100 cab ride and an hour spent walking around long term parking to find my car.

Good times.

Speaking of which way, a friend of mine was a horse racing jockey. He took a bad fall in St Louis. After eight weeks or so in the hospital he was homesick as hell. With a lot of begging he talked them into releasing him on the condition he checked into a hospital the minute he got home.

One of the Romero boys, the family the movie Casey's Shadow was made about, was wrapping up his season and would give John a ride home. Great! They get John laying down in the back seat with pillows packed all around him. He was jacked full of painkillers immediately before release so he goes to sleep or passes out. Hours later he wakes up and sits up. The first thing he sees is a big sign, Chicago next eight exits. Chicago, freaking Chicago? John is a wee bit upset. Six hours on the road and he is further from home than ever. "What the hell are we doing in Chicago??"

"I can't read, it looked like the right way." So much for resting, John sat up and navigated until they got to Lafayette Louisiana.

Hu
 
On a late winter trip to Spokane in a snow storm I'll never forget all the outlines of different vehicle's I could even make out the license plate numbers on most of them in the headlights ha ha

That was a rough night to travel anywhere !
 
It is several miles, the wheels would explode before you made it very far.

also, no 🫠
I wonder if it would be to much even for the world class down hill skateboarders like this guy....


Fabio and his fellow skaters go down some terrifying and gnarly shit!

😯🤯👍😎


One for Black Balled too....


I think a pro cyclist spinning out the biggest gear would ride away from the skateboarder eventually if the down hill is long enough.
 
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