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Post by truckertom on Oct 27, 2003 22:28:21 GMT -5
Southerners invented "CB Lingo"! My family are hillbillies! Maish yer motor! ha ha!
You should have been there at Christmas dinners with all these Southern Hillbilly truckers eating too much Turkey.....talk about 5th weel sliding!
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Post by Rachelle on Oct 28, 2003 1:10:59 GMT -5
Yeah, Diegotrucker, once you get your weights legal, you shouldn't have to re-scale again. If you can get 12000/steer, 34000 on drives and trailer, you're in good shape. A few states allow you more, but just stick to these weights and you'll be good all over. (Assuming you are good with Bridge, but I don't want to complicate the issue. You guys are killin' me, man, with the mashin' motors... I got out of a 64 mph truck last summer and am now in a 78 mph truck that I run at least 75 mph most all of the time (in 70+ mph states, anyway.) I pray to get held up at a loading dock these days but no can do... gotta go again... yikes. I swear, though, that I'm not the one behind you slow fellas telling you to mash it - I just kill the cruise and remember when I was a snail - and when I used to sleep. <sigh> So, the next time a red blur passes you by, I hope you'll wish me a good night's run and I will wish you a good night's rest.
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Post by truckertom on Oct 28, 2003 20:04:15 GMT -5
"Mash yer Motor" I got into a 1981 ? (I think) with a six speed main box and a four speed aux. box behind it. It had the 3408 V-8 Cat that was turned up a little and that sucker was dangerious! This long nosed Pete would be running 85 before you knew it.
Too much truck for me, that lovely 379 would get your butt in trouble fast! Man but wat it a beauty! It had metalflake Amoron army blanket gray paint, and crome everywhere. Poor thing is probably in some junk yard somewhere today. Too much speed!
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Post by Christopher on Nov 1, 2003 23:04:12 GMT -5
LOL! No, not at all! I love the accent when it's natural, but you can tell when someone really ratchets it up a notch. The funny thing is, us Canadians have what I consider to be a really bland "lack of" accent, and yet I'm suspecting it's mostly fellow Canucks heading back across the border that I'm hearing this stuff from. Not only "maysh yer moeter", but they have an annoying way of saying "come on" (*really* exaggerated), or how about "yah-4", "uhhhhhhhh-huh", etc. I'm picky, I know. Now, that being said, I'd MUCH rather hear that than the idiots who feel the need to share their taste in music for 5 minutes at a time, or their roger beeps, belches, etc. And don't get me started on the base stations with their pathetically tired routines - you can count on them questioning drivers 1) intelligence, or 2) sexuality - but they have virtually *no* imagination. Truly sad - but it's also bad that some drivers take the bait.
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Post by SilverBullet on Nov 2, 2003 6:30:27 GMT -5
christopher,
I was just teasing ya. But I agree with you 100%. Alot of these guys just get carried away out there.
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Post by flyboy2610 on Nov 2, 2003 15:14:41 GMT -5
And don't get me started on the base stations with their pathetically tired routines - you can count on them questioning drivers 1) intelligence, or 2) sexuality - but they have virtually *no* imagination. Truly sad - but it's also bad that some drivers take the bait. You mean "Uncle Bobby" Lincoln Ne's infamous agitator? When I was still with Werner The safety officer at the Dayton, Oh terminal asked me if he was still polluting the air waves. I said yes.
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Post by Phantom56 on Nov 2, 2003 18:52:27 GMT -5
LOL! No, not at all! I love the accent when it's natural, but you can tell when someone really ratchets it up a notch. The funny thing is, us Canadians have what I consider to be a really bland "lack of" accent, and yet I'm suspecting it's mostly fellow Canucks heading back across the border that I'm hearing this stuff from. Not only "maysh yer moeter", but they have an annoying way of saying "come on" (*really* exaggerated), or how about "yah-4", "uhhhhhhhh-huh", etc. I'm picky, I know. Now, that being said, I'd MUCH rather hear that than the idiots who feel the need to share their taste in music for 5 minutes at a time, or their roger beeps, belches, etc. And don't get me started on the base stations with their pathetically tired routines - you can count on them questioning drivers 1) intelligence, or 2) sexuality - but they have virtually *no* imagination. Truly sad - but it's also bad that some drivers take the bait. I'm sitting here laughing for some reason as my mind hears "Maysh yer moe-ter an' come own! Eh?"
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Post by Christopher on Nov 2, 2003 20:25:14 GMT -5
I'm just a local (essentially) driver, so I don't get out that way at all - I cover Southern Ontario, MI, OH, and a little IN. I haven't heard them lately, but there seem to be some 'regulars' around Port Huron, MI, as well as Detroit, Mt. Clemens area, Monroe...possibly some others I've forgotten about. What's Uncle Bobby's routine....or can I already guess? ;D They're not quite that blatant, but that would sound funny. It's only when you engage them in normal conversation that the accent slips away, and you can tell they're Canadian. Ya almost got the phonetic for "come on" there - it's really hard to type it out, but it's something like "cuh-mbinh" - really kinda nasally or something. I can do it, but not type it. ;D
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Post by Charles on Nov 3, 2003 10:29:48 GMT -5
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Post by dhagood on Dec 12, 2003 19:52:54 GMT -5
It does bring your average MPH way down. But you should have been there with a 250 Cummins was what there was to make a living with. No turbo, and when you hit the high elevations, it had no power at all. The "good old days" were not that good. Except the cops let you drive as many hours as you thought you were man enough to handle. All that did was make an old man out of you quick. LOL! the truck i "learned" to drive in had a 250 cummins in it. this was for an old grain hauler in north eastern colorado, and it was motivating an old, used freightliner cabover. with my brand new chauffeurs license burning a hole in my pocket, i got into the truck with some old drunk, still smelling of last night's booze. he told me to watch him, so i did. he talked non-stop for about 20 minutes (all good advice i took to heart by the way) and drove about 40 miles. then he pulled it over, and i started my first driving career in a fully loaded truck. about the first thing i learned was that a quick check to make sure i was properly in my lane was easily done by looking down the crack in the floorboard, where you could watch the road rush by. i drove for about 1.5 hours, through small towns with and without stop lights. then it got dark, and my "instructor" (i can't remember his name for the life of me) said "you can handle it", went back into the bunk, and went to sleep... and on into the night i drove. i drove until something like 3 in the morning, when i came to a dead end. i woke my instructor because i didn't want to back up in the dark. he was not overly impressed , and wondered out loud where the hell we were because we clearly weren't anywhere close to where we should be. he'd told to stay on the same road, but i zigged where i should have zagged i guess and drove about 250 miles out of our way. he got us turned around, and drove for a couple of hours. after breakfast, i went back to driving, and drove to our destination, dropped the load, and then dead-headed most of the way home. about 80 miles from the terminal, that old cummins announced its imminent demise, so i turned it off and parked on the side of the interstate. when we got back to the terminal, the boss asked my instructor what he thought. the boss was told "he'll do" and i was given my own truck (ex-navajo co4000 with a 2 cycle 318 detroit diesel) and trailer, and sent over to pick up a load. and off i went... note that i wasn't taught anything about logbooks or even that logging was required or how to do any kind of pre-trip inspection. hell, i hadn't even backed up yet whatsoever. actually, in something like 150,000 miles, i have yet to bump a dock. i always pulled grain (dump), tanker, or flatbed trailers, and backing up was something you did when you drove into somewhere you shouldn't. course, there was a time when i drove backwards for about 50 miles, but that's a different story ;D
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Post by truckertom on Dec 13, 2003 20:47:53 GMT -5
That sounds about the way is was for me. I called it "Uncle Seadogs Driving School". He took me out and showed me how to shift an old Autocar with a 5x4 and when it looked like I might be picking it up, I started making money. I knew about logbooks coming from a family of truckers....I had heard may Dad cuss them enough over the years.
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Post by Rachelle on Dec 30, 2003 1:29:03 GMT -5
You mean "Uncle Bobby" Lincoln Ne's infamous agitator? MAN!!!! Ain't that guy just a big pain in the backside? These days I don't turn my radio on (or should I say ra-did-io), but back when I used to listen to it, the Lincoln guy was still at it. He always used to particularly enjoy picking on us female drivers. What a life that guy must have.
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Post by truckertom on Dec 30, 2003 22:16:45 GMT -5
"What a life that guy must have."
Sounds like what's his name with the "I got my pink panties on and my nightgown on and I'm ready for bed" speech in OKC.
Turn the CB down and FM up.....best way to handle it.
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Post by Christopher on Jan 3, 2004 0:12:45 GMT -5
Alright, now y'all have gotten my curiosity piqued. Ya might as well give up some details. ;D (well, as much as can be given on a family forum).
And how about this - I admit I don't run that wide of an area throughout N. America, but one routine I often hear is the ol' "ain't wearin' no panties" followed almost immediately by someone else saying "shut up, stupid". Is that some tired nationwide routine? If so, what's the story on that (wondering if it's some adapted Stern routine or something)?
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Post by truckertom on Jan 5, 2004 2:21:45 GMT -5
I guess it is like the "You shore got a purdy mouth" line in the Ozarks.....some how I heard the same thing once in Idaho! It seems they get carried around alot.
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