One night, about 10 minutes into my nap I was awoken by a barking dog. It was a dark and empty dirt lot at about 3 am, so I would stretch out across the seat and take a short nap. I had been on this run for a few months and found that I always got to the meet point about an hour before the other driver. We meet in a parking lot, switch trailers and drive back home.
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Many years ago I was on what is called a “meet and turn” This is where a driver that is domiciled out of one city will drive a load halfway to its destination, while a driver domiciled out of that destination will drive halfway with a load that is destined for my city. This is one of many experiences I had growing up in a wrecker service family. Needless to say he went into a body bag with his lower half and we worked through the night getting the truck and trailer back to town. It looked like he was frozen in time still driving the truck.
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I found the drivers upper half in a corn field about 40 feet from the truck and he was still grabbing the upper part of the steering wheel. The upper half of his body went through the windshield.
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When the driver hit the tree, a single sheet of steel broke free and cut through the cab cutting the driver in half. When I opened the door, I was greeted with a lower half of a body. So my dad set up the wrecker to hook onto the trailer and he wanted me to open the cab in order to release the brakes. Our impression was the driver smacked a tree, hit his head on the windshield and was already getting treatment somewhere. Of course, it is pitch dark and you can’t really see things that well when we first got there. The trailer was loaded with flat 1/4″ sheet steel. The front drivers windshield was busted and there was a large hole in the middle.
The truck was still running at an idle, the door was closed, but no driver was seen from the drivers window. This was back in the day when there were cab over semi trucks, or the ones without noses or the engine is under the cab. It was one of those 100 year old oak trees. When we came on the scene the truck and trailer had ran off the road to the right and smacked a tree head on. So my dad and I fired up the wrecker and headed south. Late one night we got a call that a truck had run off the road and struck a tree 20 miles south of town. My dad ran a wrecker service for over the road truckers. Trucking is 90% boredom, 10% insane shit like this. After the tornado passed, they stepped out of the basement and into daylight, since the Wal Mart was destroyed. She pulled off the freeway and got to a Wal-Mart, where she ran into the basement where all the staff and customers were taking shelter. She called me and told me that she thought she was going to die and wanted her last words to be “I love you” to me. She was about to pull over and take cover until she saw another big rig that was parked on the side of the road get tossed a couple hundred yards like a toy. She also outran a tornado in the midwest. Her co-driver was pissed since it was technically his time off, and he thought she was crazy, until he saw the tarantula guts and legs caked in the inside wheel well of the truck. She stopped at the first truck stop and told her co-driver to fuel up (he was sleeping at the time) because she wasn’t going to step foot outside after what she just saw. There were so many of them that her truck was sliding on their guts so she had to slow down. When she finally got to the “leaves” she realized that they were migrating tarantulas, 1000’s of them. This puzzled her since there’s mostly pine trees in northern Arizona. She was driving through Arizona when she saw what she thought was leaves blowing across the road in the distance. People might think it’s an easy job, but imagine being on the road for 18 hours, hauling 10 tons of whatever-it-is, without anyone to talk to, but the drone of radio and passing cars? They face harsh weather, crazy people and eerie situations more than any one of us, and this particular Reddit thread bares it all. Truck drivers have one of the most stressful jobs in modern-day America.