I remember those days, courtesy, good CB friendships, we all ate together when we stopped. If you were broke down somebody would stop and take the little card to a pay phone with your location on. Those days are gone.. Sad..
I don't miss the smoke belching, cab shakin', oven in the summer, freezer in the winter, back crushin' ride of the old Macks.
I used to wear 4 way flashers out pulling the hills on I-81, either 75 mph down or 30 mph up. Skakin', vibratin', rattlin', sweatin', cursin', but I wasn't alone that's just how it was. Whites Truck Stop was a welcome sight. How long would the new generation of drivers last in that equipment?
People would ask what kind of truck I drove, I would tell them a Rolls Canardly, rolls good downhill, canardly go up....