fancy wipers
new glass almost 2 years ago.. and continued to run the old style wipers.. you know those all metal creak like a hinge and miss half the windshield kinda wipers..
7 bucks apiece while swearnig in a blizzard because you can't see pulling into a napa parking lot last second kinda wipers.
It occurred to me.. glass manufacture nor wipers are the same as 1996.
bosch 18puv
modern marvel.
after 25 years, thought I'd give it something new.
very vivid clear view. Glad I paid 38 bucks for these.
this truck has never had this kind of view.
got a door latch striker on the way too.
thousands of times the door has opened and closed..it wore the pin down to grooved.
386k miles.
hope all had a good xmas...onto a new year.
my new address is half mile from oreillys.
.9 miles form mcdonalds..
several other places in this university town.
am loving my new place.
went trucking with dad today.
huber up in easton maine.
it is my 30th year riding along with him to that one place...as far as we can remember.
we had no hard hats back then. We just climbed the load to move the tarp back then.
long hair and mullets and smoking cigarettes back then.
the radio in the warehouse was playing led zeppelin back then.
more than 40 years in memory. My first ride was in 1978.
Today, a young man was giving me advice on how to throw a strap.
I was completely dumbfounded.. I am old enough to be this kids father.
I have watched 30 year careers from day one wander off to retirement this year...from the very place he was standing.
these new guys are taking their place.
peering over my tinted safety glasses and under the brim of my hard hat.. 48 years old is not obvious to some.
I feel my old wrinkled face smile, I think it creaks like my bones now..
as this guy talked to me about throwing straps...and I said nothing in return, but "thank you."
I hooked a beam up in the ceiling for giggles after that.
I realize my dad is not the only one getting old.
he is talking of retiring. it is not sinking into either one of us fully yet.
Dad tells me of old hart trucks with automatics.
he may buy one, as long as i go get my cdl
I cannot tell him my health anymore. I know there is something about that subject that gives him a brain blank..like he cannot believe I am disabled.
when that rumbling diesel is long gone. I may awaken heartbroken and hurt myself to get a license....until then.. just keep on trucking.
new glass almost 2 years ago.. and continued to run the old style wipers.. you know those all metal creak like a hinge and miss half the windshield kinda wipers..
7 bucks apiece while swearnig in a blizzard because you can't see pulling into a napa parking lot last second kinda wipers.
It occurred to me.. glass manufacture nor wipers are the same as 1996.
bosch 18puv
modern marvel.
after 25 years, thought I'd give it something new.
very vivid clear view. Glad I paid 38 bucks for these.
this truck has never had this kind of view.
got a door latch striker on the way too.
thousands of times the door has opened and closed..it wore the pin down to grooved.
386k miles.
hope all had a good xmas...onto a new year.
my new address is half mile from oreillys.
.9 miles form mcdonalds..
several other places in this university town.
am loving my new place.
went trucking with dad today.
huber up in easton maine.
it is my 30th year riding along with him to that one place...as far as we can remember.
we had no hard hats back then. We just climbed the load to move the tarp back then.
long hair and mullets and smoking cigarettes back then.
the radio in the warehouse was playing led zeppelin back then.
more than 40 years in memory. My first ride was in 1978.
Today, a young man was giving me advice on how to throw a strap.
I was completely dumbfounded.. I am old enough to be this kids father.
I have watched 30 year careers from day one wander off to retirement this year...from the very place he was standing.
these new guys are taking their place.
peering over my tinted safety glasses and under the brim of my hard hat.. 48 years old is not obvious to some.
I feel my old wrinkled face smile, I think it creaks like my bones now..
as this guy talked to me about throwing straps...and I said nothing in return, but "thank you."
I hooked a beam up in the ceiling for giggles after that.
I realize my dad is not the only one getting old.
he is talking of retiring. it is not sinking into either one of us fully yet.
Dad tells me of old hart trucks with automatics.
he may buy one, as long as i go get my cdl
I cannot tell him my health anymore. I know there is something about that subject that gives him a brain blank..like he cannot believe I am disabled.
when that rumbling diesel is long gone. I may awaken heartbroken and hurt myself to get a license....until then.. just keep on trucking.
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