We asked the above question over the long weekend — long for most of the country, if not for many of the nation’s drivers. (Regular commenter Chauncy London on Overdrive‘s Facebook page noted the only real difference for him on Labor Day was a relative paucity of motorists with bad driving habits on the road.) While the question has been asked in various forms over the years here and elsewhere, this round’s responses yielded no small amount of tales and tall and/or solid in stature. Take a run through some of the best below, and share your own in the comments.
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Everett Lee Oker: Going into a California checkpoint on top of Donner. Was asked, “What are you hauling?” Answer: “Sailboat fuel.” They said, “Why isn’t it placarded?” Then they got it. I got the DOT for awhile. They didn’t think that was funny… Learned: Don’t play with DOT.
Chris Gadarowski: Easy. A four-day, 1,800-mile solo haul of a 44,000-pound load of motor oil, where I was delayed arriving at the shipper half a day with equipment problems, another half-day after product leaked inside and through the trailer, and I used the split-sleeper rule every shift to avoid doing a separate 30-minute break each day. I had to push the arrival at final [destination] out twice, with the eventual ETA set for the absolute latest time without a service failure. And I arrived at final with only 20 minutes to spare on the deadline.
Tyler Simons: I took a load of cattle from California to Gibbon, Neb. I hit a snowstorm at Parley’s Canyon, Utah. They shut down I-80 all the way to Cheyenne, Wyo., and I drove secondary roads from Evanston to Kimball, Neb., and still made it with no dead ones.
Cody Blankenship: About half a dozen of us loaded cows in Columbus, N.M., at a set of pens on the N.M./Mexico border. Hit a huge dust storm on the way out… Loaded early evening and came on back to the east side of Dallas in a hurry… We had fun the whole way back, talking and cutting up on the CB. That was 12-plus years ago, the first time I had seen pens like that where half was in Mexico and half on the U.S. side.
Drew Elliott: June last year. Salem, Ore., to Ft. Myers, Fla. Ran into [Tropical Storm] Andrea. Had my daughter with me — her name is Andrea. She loved it.
TJ Barton: Went up Stevens Pass to the west side, roads bare and dry till you hit the climb, then two inches of snow appeared. Barefooted it all the way with a set of doubles past a truck spun out. He had that “you bastard” smile on his face.