+1. Great post. That said, I drove the Equipment truck. That was for the most part better than riding in a van.
One exception. Our truck broke down ( tossed a valve push rod off the rocker) about an hour and a half from or gig in central West Virginia. We called the club owner to let him know, and he said not to worry, he’d hop over with his pickup and give us a tow with his new pickup he bought for hauling cows by trailer to the auction.
He shows up in his pickup and pulls out a 6ft tow chain. So with about 70 miles of mountain highway to travel, we proceed up this mountain, every thing was great. Until we started heading down the other side. With no engine, there is power assist for the brakes or power steering. Trying to maintain zero slack in the chain going down hill at 70 mph and around bends with 6 feet of clearance was needless to say a very intense situation.
Needless to say by the time we got to the club, I totally drained, shook to the rafters and Pissed beyond repair. As I got out of the truck the owner came up with a proud smile and said “ what’s the matter Davey. You look a litt’l rattled. I slugged him square in the jaw.
Of course I was weighing in at about 125 lbs at the time, my arm were dead tired form pulling against the steering wheel to get enough push on the break pedal to keep from running him off the road, so that punch didn’t have much oomph. Afterwards he took me the bar, plied me with a Dickey and coke and we had a good laugh about it.
Made for 70’s TV.. Just put Jerry Reid in the drivers seat…
