Yeah! And someone didn't do a thorough walk around inspection either! This is the kind of stuff that gives us truckers a bad name!

Back in the 1970's I was doing some research in a very rural swamp during water moccasin breeding season. I got scared so many times by horny snakes that I started packing a .22 pistol (I shot 7 love-crazed moccasins in ONE MORNING).

So I was driving back to town late one afternoon, following a pulpwood truck when a giant clod of dry clay flew from the tire and smacked the windshield of my Dodge pick-up and make a bunch of cracks radiating from a point high on the passenger side. No mudflaps. I flashed the lights and honked at the truck for several miles and got no response so I passed him and slowed down until he stopped. I was pretty pissed off as well as muddy and wet and it was my POV, too. So the driver got out all belligerent and started to cuss at me when he got real quiet and just listened. Called me sir and gave me his license &etc and apologized. I was completely surprised and we parted on friendly terms.

As I got back into my truck the holster gouged me in the leg -- no wonder he was nice.

Got a new windshield.

B