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1964, I was hauling steel coast to coast, in a B-61 MACK truck. ( Day cab, no sleeper. ) When it came to sleep time, and being 6 foot 4, there really wasn't much choice in that 4 foot cab. I would have to pull over somewhere, lay down on the seat, roll down the passenger window and stick my feet out, and rest them on the mirror arms. Then pray that it doesn't start to rain or snow.
What could, and did happen one trip, it was in the middle of June, and I was returning from the East Coast (CANADA). I delivered a load of steel to the mill in Cape Breton NS. In Canada, at that time, log books did not exist. I ran till I couldn't run anymore, then pulled over on the shoulder of the road, assumed the position, window open, and feet out. I flaked out like a dead log. About 5 hrs. later I woke up cold as hell. Went to sit up, and couldn't move. During the night, it snowed about 6 inches, and with the window open I had about 3 inches all over me. I think every muscle in my body was cold and seized up, couldn't move.
I tried to get up for about 5 min., when I got my feet back in and tripped the door latch, and kicked the door open. (that was only half the battle.) I then wiggled my shoulders, and started to slide myself out the passenger door, the seat was still covered with water, and melting snow. I ended up sliding right out and dropped into the shallow ditch. It took about another 10 min. before I could get up. Eventually I got going again, but I could not move my neck muscles for 2 more days.
This is just a sample of the conditions we had to work with, and to give you an idea of the type of vehicle that was our HONEYMOON CHARIOT.
In the beginning of our married life, (new and exciting time) we had just got a couple rooms over a hardware store. We furnished it with a few spare pieces of furniture. We even picked up a few wooden orange crates, covered them with fabric and was in the business of being married. Needless to say, we had a lot less money than furniture. For a car, we did not have one. I used to keep the B-61 tractor at home, that was our Sunday go to meeting car. Ha-ha, it's true.
I had a block of gear steel to go to Calgary, Alberta. It was one piece and weighed in at 41,000 lbs. Big rush. It was 2,300 miles one way.
In a few days I was there, and started back, they wanted me to stop off in Saskatchewan, at IPSCO steel and pick up a load 35 foot plate. I did so, and started back. Usually when you get back, you have to deliver your own load. I hit the yard, and was anxious to get home. They hadn't come up with the local delivery location yet, and I was beginning to get a little impatient. After a couple hours they came out with the delivery sheet and said go deliver. I thought that I was going to deliver in town and lose half a day. I read the delivery destination, and it was Ocean Steel, St. John NB. on the east coast, over a thousand miles in the opposite direction.
I called old IZZY the owner, and explained, that I was gone 10 days, and was planning to take my new wife somewhere. He said that he wanted me to do the delivery, and no one else. I hummed and hawed, and didn't have enough money to quit, and move on. Fortunately he offered to sweeten the pot.
He said he would give me a couple hundred dollars cash, if I stayed. He said, that I was to take my new wife with me, and have a honeymoon trip as well. Done deal. Phoned home and told her to pack a bag, because we were heading down east within 2 hrs. Shocked the hell out of her.
She had never really travelled much, before meeting up with me. Her life was about to take a dramatic change.
I got home, repacked my bag, loaded my wife and luggage into the little Mack and was off. Well being all beat out, and tired, We only got down the road about a hundred miles. I pulled off on to the shoulder of the road to try and get a couple hours sleep. Can you imagine how comfortable it is for 2 people in a 4 foot cab, trying to sleep? I was way over do, and went out like a rock. there we were, with 2 pair of feet sticking out of the window. A couple hours went by and I was just waking up a bit, when 3 trucks running together pulled in behind me. the drivers were walking along the side of the trailer, when they stopped, and one told the others that they had better get the hell out of there, because BILL has a chick in the truck with him. ( most of the drivers running the same corridor, usually wake up someone that they know, sleeping, so they can get into Montreal before rush hour.) Knowing about my sweet short temper, they decided to pass on the wake up call this trip.
At that time, the expressways were pretty scarce, and the trip was 95% 2 lane, old roads. We made our way into Quebec, got through, and past Montreal. It was getting pretty late and Muriel was totally exhausted. I found an empty field, and parked for the rest of the night. The 2 of us slept sitting up, twisting around, developing many aches and pains. Was too cold to sleep on the ground. That 4 foot cab, with 2 people, was a hell on earth.
Next morning we found a restaurant, cleaned up as well as we could, and had a big breakfast. It seemed to ease the pain somewhat. On the move again, we were travelling along, without a care. I came across an old hotel (fountain blue) it was in french, and I don't know the spelling. Anyway we thought that a snack and a shower would be nice, right about now. I pulled off the road, and parked. It was out in the country, and we were the only ones there. About 10:00am. We went inside and sat down. The owner came over and asked what we would like. We started off with a special sandwich and a beer. Well we were starting to relax, and was feeling pretty good. We forgot all about the time, and didn't realize how fast it was moving. The juke box, by this time was running steady. We could notice that it got crowded for a time then thinned out again. Didn't think too much about it. Everything was moving along pretty smoothly, and by this time we were taking advantage of the music, and was dancing right along.
We were so engrossed in ourselves, that we did not realize that time was marching on. The juke box was shut off and a small live band had slipped in and was playing great dance music. Slowly the place started to fill up and we started to notice that everyone was all dressed up in suits and ties, with the ladies wearing party dresses. We on the other hand were wearing old dirty jeans and work shirts. We were like Fred Astair and Ginger Rogers, with people moving aside and giving us the floor. When all this sunk in we discovered that the day had passed and it was about 2:00am. Time to get out.
We climbed into the truck and went about a mile down the road to an abandoned gas station. We both flaked out propped up in the seats. During the night sometime, Muriel had to go to a ladies room. We were both in a stupor. She climbed out and I automatically dropped down on the seat and by unconscious habit, my hand tripped the lock, locking my new wife out.
When I am over tired,(or otherwise) nothing can wake me up. The sun came up and woke me up. It was then that I realized that Muriel was missing. Scared the hell out of me. I jumped out, and proceeded to search for her. Thoughts of kidnapping went through my mind as well as other nasty things. On the other side of the truck, I found her sleeping, propped up against the fence, with a couple pigs snorting at her. Boy did I give it to her then. She retaliated by telling me that she banged on the door till she wore herself out, sat down on the ground and went to sleep.
Well the next day or two was pretty quiet, conversational wise.
We got into St John and there was a little motel just across the bridge from the Steel company. It had a half dozen small cabins. I got a cabin, and let Muriel off, to get cleaned up, while I went to get the load off. When I got there they said I was early, and they could not get me in till morning. I dropped the trailer there and bobtailed back to the cabin.
It was about 10:00am, so I cleaned up and told Muriel that I would go and get something for lunch. I had been in St John many, many times, and knew just where to go. I headed straight for the ship harbour. There was a lobster co. there and they unloaded live lobsters. They had a big pot that was always fired up for cooking them if you wanted. I picked out three, at about a pound and a half each, had them cooked up and put in a plain brown paper bag. Headed back to the room, happy as hell.
I pulled in and parked for the day. Went in and told my wife that I had a special present for her. Gave her the bag, and she stuck her hand in and got a hold of the claw and pulled it out. One look and she threw the bag down and let out a blood curdling scream. She had no idea what it was. It could have been the Lock Ness Monster, for all she knew. I was just too stupid to realize the reaction.
She calmed down finally, and we decided to eat the lobster (her first). To be able to eat them properly, you need the appropriate tools. I was used to using a hunting knife. Didn't have one, so headed up to the office to borrow a butcher knife. I never gave it a thought, but with Muriel screaming, and me still looking like a fugitive from hell, calmly walked up to the office and banged on the door. The door opened a couple inches and the guy said what do you want? I need a butcher knife, got one I can borrow, it'll just be for a couple minutes. Man if looks could kill, I would have been dead on the spot. I guess they thought that I was beating up my wife, and was looking for something to finish the job with.
After getting everything straightened out, they still wouldn't give me a knife. I had to prove it by taking the lobster up to them while I waited for them to cut it up for me. Lots of excitement for one day. In the end, she found out that she did not like lobster anyway. So I ate them all myself.
The next morning I told her I would take her to see the reversing falls, I took off extra early, got the load off and came back, picked her up and headed over the falls bridge. The fog was so thick, you could hardly see the Bulldog on the nose of the tractor. As we crossed the bridge, I said that the falls were directly below us.Visibility being about 5 feet, she has yet to see the reversing falls. The way things were going, there was the distinct possibility that this marriage just might be short lived.
Well we started out, on our way back, at a real snails pace. That East Coast fog can be a real hazard sometimes. We crawled along for about 2 1/2 hrs, till we got to some real high ground inland, and finally ran out of it. It was clear sailing for the next day.
As we were heading north towards Quebec again, I started getting some weird noises coming from the engine. A real metallic sound, like a banging piston or something. I pulled over and went over everything, the gauges were normal and the noise cleared up. Took off again and it came back under load. Just across the St. John River, at the top of the hill, at Fredericton, was a Mack dealer. I pulled in and had a mechanic come outside and check it out. While he was under the hood working, one at a time the younger mechanics kept drifting out to offer the old man a hand. He would run them off. My wife, not being used to travelling asked me why the older guy would not let them help out. I said, that another one was on his way across the lot, keep an eye on him, and I bet he climbs up on the bumper and starts looking through the hood to get a good look at the good looking chick in the truck. He did exactly that, and she couldn't believe it. The old guy knew why they were coming out, and he ran them off. As it turned out, it was a dried out fan belt, giving me the scare. He changed it, and we were on our way again.
A day and a half later we pulled into Toronto, and the honeymoon was over. After giving it an awful lot of thought, she said that I was on probation, and didn't know if she could handle the truckers lifestyle.
Here it is, almost 40 years later, we are still together and I am still on probation.
William ( Diesel Gypsy ) Weatherstone.
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