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Greg Note: "Tales From the Road" are some short stories that my father wrote, that I found on his computer when he passed away in 2012. I found them quite interesting and entertaining and wanted to share them here. Tales From the Road - Tight Ass By Bud Amy Now, I heard this tale at the same truck stop west of Houston where I heard the story about Whitey and the dock lock. This one was about a old time trucker that was so tight with a penny that they called him Tight Wad, which was soon changed to Tight Ass. It was said that he was so tight that he kept his money up his...(you know the drill). Anyway from the story, it seems that the description was pretty close. Enough...the story... Old TA had been a trucker for all of his life and had gone through the depression where each penny was precious...hard to come by. Money wasn't a convenience, it was life or death. There was so little of it, that it was used only when desperate measures dictated it's use. TA was known to

Greg Note: "Tales From the Road" are some short stories that my father wrote, that I found on his computer when he passed away in 2012. I found them quite interesting and entertaining and wanted to share them here. Tales from the Road - 7AM Appointments It looks like I can go four or five loads and all of the appointments seem to be at 0700. Now I can count on a 7AM appointment every Monday and the delivery is usually at least 250 miles away and most of the time, in the 400-500 mile range. That means that I have to leave Sunday morning or early afternoon to make the appointment time. No problem, I don't mind driving Sunday afternoons and evenings, so it works out OK. I don't like leaving at midnight or 0100 cuz I am at the end of my limit by noon. I've driven for 14 hours and still alert, but to start out the week with a day like that, means that I could have one of those miserable weeks when everything is out of kilter if I get some crossways loads with pickups i

Greg Note: "Tales From the Road" are some short stories that my father wrote, that I found on his computer when he passed away in 2012. I found them quite interesting and entertaining and wanted to share them here. Tales From the Road - OTR Trucking By Bud Amy Now people, I am going to tell y'all tales I have heard on the road in my role as an OTR driver. It's a new life for me...started doing this about 5 months ago. I've written stories of things I did and saw, heard and smelled and experienced on my motorcycle, but this form of running the roads in a BOT (Big Ol' Truck) or BOBOT (Big Ol', Big Ol Truck) is fairly new to me, so please take that into consideration when you read these. Everything is new to me on the road and many of the things I see and do and write about will be from the eyes of a "worm", an oilfield term for a "newbie".  Now, I have found that the loneliest people I have ever met in my life are OTR drivers. They are a

Greg Note: "Tales of the Hack" are some short stories that my father wrote, that I found on his computer when he passed away in 2012. I found them quite interesting and entertaining and wanted to share them here. Tales of the Hack -- Well Now... By Bud Amy Many years ago I use to travel the world on my job. I guess I have been to every country that produces oil except for Russia and China. In all of that traveling, I would take time to see all of the places and things I had read about, heard about, and saw in movies and documentaries. Pyramids, Taj Mahal, catacombs, Eiffel Tower, Tower of London, London Bridge, the Louvre, museums like the British Museum of Natural History, Smithsonian, Invalides, many others. After several years, I still had the wish that I could have someone with me to see all of that and be able to say, “Look at that.” Some how there was something missing...something that, in a small way, made me feel unsatisfied, kind of. I would try to tell someone about

Greg Note: "Tales of the Hack" are some short stories that my father wrote, that I found on his computer when he passed away in 2012. I found them quite interesting and entertaining and wanted to share them here. Tales of the Hack - Carney, It's Me, Bud... By Bud Amy circa Spring 2006 Carney...it's me, Bud. I need to take a trip. Oh, I don't know. Where do you want to go? Just need to take a trip, I guess. You know get off the dead butt and go for a few days and just mess around looking and riding. No...I don't have any place in particular I want to go to. Jus' wanna go for a ride, you know. OK...maybe up the Natchez Trace? We've been talking about that little ride for awhile and maybe we just can go up the Trace to Nashville, turn around and come on back down to Natchez. Nice easy ride, 50 mph speed limit and a bunch of historical markers to read. When we get tired of going, we can drop off the Trace, find a place to eat or get a motel room and watch

Greg Note: "Tales of the Hack" are some short stories that my father wrote, that I found on his computer when he passed away in 2012. I found them quite interesting and entertaining and wanted to share them here. Tales of the Hack - Whoa! Whoa... By Bud Amy July 2005 Whoa! Whoa, Carney! This is JULY...HOT...JULY! You want me to ride over a thousand miles across Louisiana, Texas, and New Mexico in JULY...? I don’t care if you are waking up in the mornings with frost and 60 degree temps in the day. I’d have to ride over a thousand miles in HEAT to get there, old buddy... Yeah, I know you’re at almost 9,000' foot elevation, but it’s summer here and all the way to Colorado. In fact, Denver is having 100+ days... I remember in January when you were telling me about t-shirt days and beautiful sunshiny days in Mexico while I was here in Louisiana with the rain and cold. I had to ride 1500 miles in rain, cold and high winds to get there and ride another 1500 miles in rain and ‘bu