Going to California


One of the most interesting runs we ever had was our first run to California. It was a 2142 mile run that went through eight states - basically east coast to west coast. We were both excited about going out west for a change, even though we knew it would be a rough journey. We loaded at 0830 in our home base Atlanta, and prepared to travel all the way to San Diego. The first leg of the trip was easy enough; the weather was good, the roads were fairly smooth, and we were making good time. The roads got bumpy in Louisiana, but before long we hit Texas. And Texas went on forever. We drove through the night, and into the next day, and we didn't get through with Texas until around 1500. New Mexico was a breeze, but then came Arizona. Arizona seemed to go on forever, too.

Sometime after midnight, in the middle of Arizona somewhere, I was behind the wheel. Walter was in the bunk sleeping. It was dark outside the towns and my mind began to wander. Then, up ahead in the distance, I saw lights. I figured it was an airplane, but I wasn't sure. As I got closer, the lights seemed to be off to my left, up in the sky. There were three lights in a diamond formation about the diameter of a streetlight each, and just about as bright. But there was nothing supporting them! No poles, no airplane, no nothing. But it was too low to be a plane, and too high to be a streetlight. And they appeared to be following me, going about the same speed and direction that I was going.

Immediately, I had this creepy feeling that I was being watched. No, this isn't a UFO, I thought to myself. This isn't some episode of "X-Files". I dismissed the eerie feeling and tried to rationalize the strange lights. Flares, I told myself. That's what they must be, I thought, as I realized the lights were slowly falling, leaving trails of smoke in the sky. I eventually passed the lights, and decided that they must've been some kind of flares. I told Walter about them after he got up, but I think he thought I had been hallucinating. As it turned out, he saw basically the same thing in the same place, when we were driving home. He said he figured it was the military trying to communicate with aliens.

We finally entered California a few hours later, and Walter was driving by that time. I had just gone into the sleeper and was finding it hard to sleep on the bumpy, hilly roads. We were starting to go downhill when suddenly Walter started braking hard. I heard the brakes squeal and I started to roll to one side in the bunk. I just knew we were about to hit something and I was afraid to look. Just as Walter let up on the brakes, I sat up in time to see us pass a deer crossing sign. "What the heck was that?" I asked, catching my breath. "It was a herd of cattle!!!" Walter exclaimed. "F***ing cows!!"

 "Cows???" I said. "I saw a deer crossing sign."

 "Yeah, I know, it didn't say a damn thing about cattle!!!" he cried. We chuckled as he described how the cows gave him a look of surprise when they saw us coming and heard the brakes squealing. I shook my head in amazement and tried to go back to sleep. We delivered in San Diego without any other problems, stayed another day or so, then deadheaded home. But it was a trip we'll never forget.


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Going to California


One of the most interesting runs we ever had was our first run to California. It was a 2142 mile run that went through eight states - basically east coast to west coast. We were both excited about going out west for a change, even though we knew it would be a rough journey. We loaded at 0830 in our home base Atlanta, and prepared to travel all the way to San Diego. The first leg of the trip was easy enough; the weather was good, the roads were fairly smooth, and we were making good time. The roads got bumpy in Louisiana, but before long we hit Texas. And Texas went on forever. We drove through the night, and into the next day, and we didn't get through with Texas until around 1500. New Mexico was a breeze, but then came Arizona. Arizona seemed to go on forever, too.

Sometime after midnight, in the middle of Arizona somewhere, I was behind the wheel. Walter was in the bunk sleeping. It was dark outside the towns and my mind began to wander. Then, up ahead in the distance, I saw lights. I figured it was an airplane, but I wasn't sure. As I got closer, the lights seemed to be off to my left, up in the sky. There were three lights in a diamond formation about the diameter of a streetlight each, and just about as bright. But there was nothing supporting them! No poles, no airplane, no nothing. But it was too low to be a plane, and too high to be a streetlight. And they appeared to be following me, going about the same speed and direction that I was going.

Immediately, I had this creepy feeling that I was being watched. No, this isn't a UFO, I thought to myself. This isn't some episode of "X-Files". I dismissed the eerie feeling and tried to rationalize the strange lights. Flares, I told myself. That's what they must be, I thought, as I realized the lights were slowly falling, leaving trails of smoke in the sky. I eventually passed the lights, and decided that they must've been some kind of flares. I told Walter about them after he got up, but I think he thought I had been hallucinating. As it turned out, he saw basically the same thing in the same place, when we were driving home. He said he figured it was the military trying to communicate with aliens.

We finally entered California a few hours later, and Walter was driving by that time. I had just gone into the sleeper and was finding it hard to sleep on the bumpy, hilly roads. We were starting to go downhill when suddenly Walter started braking hard. I heard the brakes squeal and I started to roll to one side in the bunk. I just knew we were about to hit something and I was afraid to look. Just as Walter let up on the brakes, I sat up in time to see us pass a deer crossing sign. "What the heck was that?" I asked, catching my breath. "It was a herd of cattle!!!" Walter exclaimed. "F***ing cows!!"

 "Cows???" I said. "I saw a deer crossing sign."

 "Yeah, I know, it didn't say a damn thing about cattle!!!" he cried. We chuckled as he described how the cows gave him a look of surprise when they saw us coming and heard the brakes squealing. I shook my head in amazement and tried to go back to sleep. We delivered in San Diego without any other problems, stayed another day or so, then deadheaded home. But it was a trip we'll never forget.


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