I'm real busy with work. It's all good.
BTW, I heard that song from this blog title..first time ever..in one of the Burt Reynolds movies..and damn..I have no clue which one anymore.. haven't heard it since I first saw that flick. (The movie sucked.) I think it was Sally Fields and him...NOT Smokey and the Bandit..which BTW... is still is one of my all time favorite movies.
Oh... (side story time) Today I was thinking about way back when...and..a thought came to mind about something I done did.
To start...a little background info:
I learned how to drive a tractor trailer in NY City. (I took my road test in Upstate NY , which is a whole 'nother tale...for another day.)
Anyways..cut to the chase..I had a job driving 'team' to California from NY City area. We had 4 trucks in the company, owned by a Haitian owner operator. The truck owner, when I had to speak to him, was about impossible to understand. (His english was in need of serious work.) So I left that crap up to my partner, who somehow understood the guy.
Anyways...I'm 21 years old, full of Piss and Vinegar, and I'm driving a big ass Peterbuilt truck cross country every week.
Now the guy I am driving with 'IS' a real trucking OUTLAW! He is wanted in several states for not paying fines.
(After a while driving with him, I got the impression he was wanted in ALL of the States for not paying fines and tickets.)
Now, remember, this is the early 80's. There is no internet. No real computers.
So, ya get a ticket in one state, the home state ONLY gets notified if you DID NOT pay it.
If you paid the out of state fine, the ticket went away, like it never happened.
So...21 year old me..I'm having fun. Seeing all the 'world' via one hell of a window.
So it was no big deal if, once in a while, my driving partner wakes me up to say.."Hey..I'm getting pulled over for speeding in Arizona. They are gonna impound the truck and ME if they run my license..I need you to take the drivers seat as soon as I stop and accept the ticket for me!
I'm half asleep..."Ummm...Okay..you're paying ME for the ticket, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, just get up here..and I'll double it for your trouble."
"Oh. Okay then. BTW, what did I do THIS time?".. a minute later...I'm sitting in the driver's seat when there is a knock on the door.
"Well, Hello, Officer!"
So...that was just a glimpse of my past life to show ya where I came from.
After a while..I got really good at talking cops into letting me go, or dropping tickets down to stupid shit like brake lights out..things like that.
Anyways...OK, Now, I told ya that story so I could tell ya this story.
California, was a police state. Still is.
If you got stopped there, they always wanted to search your truck, and if my driving partner got caught there...he was heading off to jail for whatever unknown thing he had done.
I didn't ask and he didn't tell me.
So.. we had a big emergency, pharmaceutical load, that had to be in Los Angeles in a hurry, and all four of the company trucks are cruising along in a group through the far south east side of California, which is all desert, sand and straight as hell highway.
It's winter time, things are quiet, and we are hauling ass. There is barely a car on the early morning 2 AM roads.
I'm at the end of the 4 trucks, because the Peterbuilt I was driving could go 130 MPH ...with no problem.
The truck I had was built to run fast.
When I was the leader, the other guys cried I was going too fast to keep up with me.
So.. we are doing 95 MPH... the speed limit back then, nation wide, was 55 MPH, to "save gas".
We are being naughty. VERY NAUGHTY. Cops LOVED to get speeding trucks pulled over.
So, it's a moonless night. And really hot. 90 degrees in the middle of night. And cloudy. And every once in a while, a car would pass us, and off in the distance, in the passing headlights, I'd swear I saw a glint of something behind me.
And every time another car would would pass by, I'd see that glint a little closer behind me.
The next car that passed, the glint was directly behind me.
Now, since I started driving with my partner, whose nick name was Bear Meat, because his grand father was a Bear of a man who did a whole lot of the granite stone work for West Point Academy.
So Bear Meat (Jr.) had filled a big coffee can up with pennies, dimes, nickels, and nuts and bolts, marbles and heavy, tiny rocks he happened along.
And the can was full.
I once asked him what was the deal with the can?
He said, "If anyone is ever up your ass, Ya spill some of the can stuff out the vent window and that gets them off your ass in a hurry."
I never thought that was a good idea. I never, EVER. considered using the can of crap.
BUT, whatever was behind me... I thought it was finally time for the can of crap.
Bear Meat was sleeping in back, and he was one of those guys you could drag out of bed and bounce on the floor and he would never wake up.
Now, I'm on my own, driving at 95 MPH, and just getting this heavy ass can lifted was a chore, and then tilting it just right so I could shake some crap out was all new to me. I had to balance it on the steering wheel and lean it over and then a few tiny things fell out, some pennies and stuff at the top..and then suddenly the whole world lit up in flashing BLUE, RED and WHITE spot lights.
OH FUCK!! IT'S a California State TROOPER up my ass! (I suddenly realize.)
I get scared, jump, swerve towards shoulder a bit, and as I'm spooked, the entire can of metal and rocks and stuff goes right out the big ass vent window.
It was NOT my intention.
Just at that moment, the Trooper guy swings out alongside truck ... as it rains nuts, bolts, rocks and small change all over the highway at 95 MPH.
Instantly, I take out ALL of his lights on his cop car except for one side spot light on Passenger side of his car and one blue strobe light up on his roof. All other lights are destroyed. I see he's in a early 80's Ford Mustang Police Interceptor with blacked out everything.. Nothing chromed.
And in that remaining Blue strobe light flashing, behind him in a huge cloud, I see steam.. a shit load of steam.
Hmmm.. Fast thinking 'me' has a plan... I figure 2 minutes in this heat..His engine is toast!
So, he drops back a tad, but tried to keep up. I assume his radio is busy as hell.
He dropped back just enough that I could pull into fast lane, and I swing out and fly by my trucking friends. "See yaaaaaaa!" I say over CB.
They say.."WTF? Was that a cop just now?"
I say "Yup.. he was after all 4 of us..But now... he's just after me! He'll be gone in another minute, give or take, so don't worry. I'll see ya in L.A.!"
I blew by those guys doing 95 MPH like they were parked, pissed off cop right behind me for all of one minute, until he killed his engine, and then I disappeared into the desert and took all back roads into L.A.
I pulled off 3 exits up, sat in a dark parking lot and looked at the maps with a flashlight.
Hey! This highway looks like it might get them there!..and off I went.
When I got to the delivery, the other guys were there ahead of me..and my new nickname from that day on was "Tail Gunner", which stuck for a while until I started going to San Francisco and discovered the name Tail Gunner, THERE, in GAY BAY, had a whole new meaning.
(Me NOT into GUY anal.)
Thus, Tailgunner was retired, and Doggers was born.
(I've always had dogs/pets around me.)
So, there ya go.