Trucking in a Winter Blunderland
Winters inside the southeast can, once in a while, get nasty but, all through my first 12 months on the street, I might never stumble upon situations that supplied much adversity. I might be in for a rude awakening after I later started out driving nationally for a brand new agency. I had skilled harsh winters before in Connecticut, once I become within the Navy, and during the 3 years I lived in upstate New York, but neither of them prepared me for the icy blasts that I would feel in Minnesota, or the bone-chilling winds howling off Lake Michigan, which seemed to freeze the very marrow in my bones. The testimonies of my winter woes are many, but one of the first that I keep in mind passed off in Oklahoma City at the way to Tulsa. A furious ice hurricane became pelting down because the visitors crawled through Oklahoma City. I noticed a four-wheeler beside me in which the passenger had rolled down his window, and changed into vainly shouting some thing at me whilst frantically pointing