reply to post by rockoperawriter
I love the late 50's early 60's Autocar/Western Star on the video!
I used to have a 61 Autocar with a Shiny 290 and a 13 speed, it was known to be the "bravest" truck in the DFW area, it worked the deepest
excavations ever done in Dallas, it was always the last truck to have to be pulled up by a dozer...it had no springs in the rear, just "Joe Blocks"
so it never bounced the axles. In the worst weather it always showed up...I used to put a #3 washtub under the engine with a good layer of coals to
keep it warm enough to start the next day(we had 48 to 72 hour days) it never failed me, not even once. I'd get tired of the office, and retreat to
my old Autocar to think, to write, and to heal from man's inhumanity to men, sometimes I'd put it on the haul from Bridgeport to Dallas, people not
familiar with that loop might not understand that we were considered the scourge of the earth, meth burning cokeheads in monster trucks, daring fate,
and spitting in the eyes of the gods, save Mercury, our patron, our wings.
The old battlewagon actually paid more than the cushy office jobs I'd land due to my reputation as a "customer first" maniac...only the Japanese
ever appreciated my dedication to service, and Sharp electronics brought me to Japan, taught me Japanese, and put me back in Dallas as CEO of their OM
operations there...we were a threat to IBM, but I wasn't cut out for the nice corner office with the wonderful view, I wanted my boys to be brought
up knowing what hard work was, and to value a job well done above money...yes, I was (and am) an idealistic fool, but I raised a Marine, and a
Seal...not bad for an old Devil Dog/Aviator/Door gunner/Brawler.
I can look back at my life without being ashamed of the choices I made, and am even more in love now than ever with my mate of 44 years...how she put
up with my outlaw ways I'll never know.
Now we enjoy an easy life, she made wise investments for us, I rode Harleys and was a patch holder...a 1%er long before the term came to mean what it
I don't miss the way I used to be...I'm lying...if I had that old truck I'd be out there today...breaking every law that got in my way...Funny how
life works out.
But still, if the call to arms is ever made, I'll be there, on the front lines, no young men will die because I was too old to serve...even if I have
to mount a motorcycle engine and a 50 cal on a wheelchair to do it...aw heck, who am I kidding, I'd swipe a gunship...wouldn't be the first time.
Forgive my rambling...that old Constructor brought back a lot of beautiful memories...thanks.