Subject: trucking school
Content: I was 38 work was bad ,a real career ide never had just worked like a dog trying to make it from day to day I got up one morning wanted to change my luck ,went downtown picked a paper up . the classifed adds said ,learn to drive a truck,,, a big old sign said ,be set free,,i admit sounded good to me..so im on my way trucking school ...starting that day the first 3 days were really a drag ,they sat me beside some old hag..her face was wrinkeled her face was saged ,her rear end lookeed like a hog ina bag, her teeth were gone ,she had a crooked nose ,but she smiled at me ,an said my names Rose. were in the shop a few short days , Bob says its where our future lays,,we learned brakes gauges parts an such,things i didnt know were even on a truck,, two more weeks in a big old lot ,thats where you learn how to back an stop old Bob walks out an says your at the top,,today you get hit the road ,, get to shift them gears.. now Roses is in theback with a guy named Mack.an some bearded fellow in a cowboy hat, I climbed in an pulled it down in gear .. I dumped the clutch an giver the fuel,,,,right off the bat I started spinning my duals,,,, I had stop signs waveing horns honking ,, everybody in the truck just stoped talking. Then Bob screamed out dont go so fast, but I thought he said give her more gas ,, I double clutched shoved it right into 8,,, my rpms were holding fine but my right front wheel crossed the yellow line,, as I held on tight an shift right into 9, well Bob screamed out your running outa luck .. but,,, I thought he said that the break was stuck,,,so I locked them up ..trying to set it free,, Well the nose went one way the tail went another, Bob said I was a real mother trucker, while Rose an the boys did .a verse of lord im comeing home, poor old Bob was a heck of a site, his hair turned gray his beard turned white, an that truck spinned around like a streak of light I got it stopped on the edge of a bluff,, Bob jumped out an began to cuss, he kissed the ground, said who needs this an walked away... I had people laughing an people crying that cowboy though was doing some wipeing,, he didnt say much,, just sat there smelling bad. A cop was writtingan a few were jiveing... dang I drawed a crowed. but after fines an tickets an a whole lotta cussing I decided the heck with trucking, packed my bags an headed back outta town,, but dont worry about me, im doing fine make my liveing on assembley line... I lable explosives,,, something where I wont get hurt,, written by Harold '' Jackknife '' Baker 1998 deciated to the best driveing instructor I ever knew,, Robert " Bob " Spain,,,
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