Some.
Its not all fond believe me. Its due to the freight we had in those days, it all had to come up that road and back down it again.
I was tired one night north of the US 322, its 2 am, raining and was pushing that old tractor north after sitting all dagum day in Hunt Valley loading spices since 6 am the previous morning. was awake way too long and load was due in NYS Elmira at dawn for another day unloading off the floor.
Anyway.
I drifted over the yellow line into the oncoming trucks. Took me a minute to understand the problem as the radio lit up and cursed me. I got her back across with nothing to spare. I think other fella lost his mirror on my trailer but he did not stop to see, not with four more on his tail at speed.
I consider that night both of our birthdays and a decision was to leave that particular outfit and go west and south was made. There was no way I wanted to continue living like that on no sleep for a pittance of pay back then. I think it was 40 dollars to load all day and another 150 to drive then another 30 to unload by hand for around roughly 48 hours work straight. (No sleep in that time. its all live load, drive, live unload)
Once that was delivered its another 2 hour race to get salt in pallets at Seneca Lakes. Then another 12 hours back down 15 to Baltimore by third morning to deliver. No sleep. Thats enough for that bs.
The last time wife and I was on that road I told her thats the end of my time there. I would be happy never to see this place again. And it was so.