I Loves My Job!

I apologize for all the cursing...both in the video and here.

I am a vile heathen.

...but you knew this already.

So anyway...there I am...minding my own damned business jammin' to some groovy tunes and bein' cool...barreling (safely) down an Ohio mountain when my eagle eyes spot a large obstruction in my lane.

Some Buckeye asshole has decided, "This is as good a place as any, Virgil.  Go ahead and heave great grandma's filthy, stained, Pall Mall stench-ridden Barca-Lounger out of the truck."

It sits in my lane at the convergence of two interstates.

I look to see if I can swerve to the left lane around the large object, but I have cars there.

No dice...I'm gonna have to swerve right into the merge ramp of the other interstate...or blast what looks to be a heavy object with my truck.

Homie don't blast nuthin' if homie don't got to.

I head and mirror check to my right.

Homie don't gotta blast nuthin.'

Victory!

I am a stone-cold truck drivin' badass!

Right?

Easy there, Sparky.

The day ain't over...

I know.

We truck drivers talk to ourselves.

A lot.

We are insane.

And yes...I know most cops don't monitor CB radio any more.

It was worth a shot.

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Here's a blowout that happened just six days prior the the one above!

About the only notable thing in this video is the Buckeye stinkbug walking across the hood after I get it pulled over.

I know.

I suck.

The good news?  I now have eight new drive tires and two new steer tires.

Damn thing drives like a Cadillac now. 

The boss loves me.

Maybe.

Way To Go Ohio

Evening rush hour on Cincinnati's north side.

The Chevy Cavalier and the Scion (?) in front of me in the middle lane are doing 55mph in a 65mph zone.

I see their stupidity in plenty of time, signal, check my mirrors, and move over to the right lane.

Then THIS happens!

686 confirmed Ohio graveyard-dead traffic fatalities in 2015 (so far).

Gee.  I wonder why?

686 dead folks is a lot of dead folks.  

Think about it. 

The idiot didn't.