Railsplitter
Well-Known Member
Can't agree more... it's almost like those rescue animals KNOW you saved their lives. I don't like to see anything caged the way some of those animals are caged. A decent compound with a little room to move, that's one thing, but some of those shelters are abominable, just freakin' disgusting. We have a lot of folks doing foster work here in ****, which is good... moi, I rescue one animal at a time, where I deem it is most needed. I also rescue animals off C/L, saving them the trip to the pound. Did that with Dixie, our fat tortie cat: rescued her sight unseen from a rural property in Ramona, where she was being chased by coyotes... only a matter of time before they caught her. Big ol' canyon out back, chockablock with varmints, you understand. Well, those folks gave me a cat carrier to take Dixie home, but I let her out of the cage as soon as I rounded the first bend. Cat was gripped about car travel, meowing the whole time and eventually climbing onto the headrest of the Olds, half on the headrest and half wrapped around my head like a freakin' turban. I drew from truck driving experience to focus on the road and the task at hand, but I could see other drivers out of the corner of my eye, pulling up alongside my Olds, then pointing or laughing outright at the clown driving along with a cat wrapped around his head, LOL. Meh, good thing I couldn't care less, and Dixie has turned out to be a cool cat with a sweet disposition. I rescued her six or seven years ago, same as Sage, but from different households. Little Wing joined us here last July, he'll be one year old on May 7.
As far as trucking goes, the best regular runs I ever made were with that hazardous outfit, but these particular runs involved hauling 53' wagonloads of battery strip scrap from CA-PA-GA-CA, big ol' 6000-mile runs through 21 states, including yours (on I-95). The battery strip scrap, metal plate scrap salvaged from recycled auto and truck batteries, required no placards, which made the runs even easier (minimal D.O.T. harassment). Big moneymakers back in the day, those runs, and the company would cut a check as soon as you arrived back in the yard here in ****. Private carrier, which means the company decided to buy several trucks instead of hiring independent owner-operators or other trucking companies to do the job. Smart move, buying their own trucks, they saved half a million dollars in the first year alone. Oddly enough, through some quirk in insurance policy, their trucks remained ungoverned... my assigned truck would run 90 m.p.h., which may not sound like much to those who've never driven a truck, but it is plenty fast enough when you're behind the wheel. When my best friend Tommy's wife kicked him to the curb and returned to Hawaii, he was all down in the dumps, so I told him to saddle up and take a little ride, LOL. Best way to take his mind off all that grief, ten or eleven days of nonstop paid tourism. He STILL talks about that trip, wherein we visited the OKC Tropical Rainforest Conservatory, Gateway Arch, The Mall in D.C. (including paddleboating on the Tidal Basin), toured the Alamo, the Tower of the Americas, and partied down on the RiverWalk in San Antone. Bunch of other stuff too... it was a wild trip.
As far as trucking goes, the best regular runs I ever made were with that hazardous outfit, but these particular runs involved hauling 53' wagonloads of battery strip scrap from CA-PA-GA-CA, big ol' 6000-mile runs through 21 states, including yours (on I-95). The battery strip scrap, metal plate scrap salvaged from recycled auto and truck batteries, required no placards, which made the runs even easier (minimal D.O.T. harassment). Big moneymakers back in the day, those runs, and the company would cut a check as soon as you arrived back in the yard here in ****. Private carrier, which means the company decided to buy several trucks instead of hiring independent owner-operators or other trucking companies to do the job. Smart move, buying their own trucks, they saved half a million dollars in the first year alone. Oddly enough, through some quirk in insurance policy, their trucks remained ungoverned... my assigned truck would run 90 m.p.h., which may not sound like much to those who've never driven a truck, but it is plenty fast enough when you're behind the wheel. When my best friend Tommy's wife kicked him to the curb and returned to Hawaii, he was all down in the dumps, so I told him to saddle up and take a little ride, LOL. Best way to take his mind off all that grief, ten or eleven days of nonstop paid tourism. He STILL talks about that trip, wherein we visited the OKC Tropical Rainforest Conservatory, Gateway Arch, The Mall in D.C. (including paddleboating on the Tidal Basin), toured the Alamo, the Tower of the Americas, and partied down on the RiverWalk in San Antone. Bunch of other stuff too... it was a wild trip.
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