My stepdad had a hauling business. Huge stakebody diesel truck he called Big Blue, you’d call him and he’d bring us kids over and we would load the truck. He’d take it to the dump or wherever they wanted.
Usually us kids rode in the open back of the truck with whatever we were hauling, which was usually old furniture and trash.
One day we were moving a TON of furniture and the whole truck was packed. So packed that there wasn’t much room for us but there was like a littke pocket in the middle.
Being stupid kids, we decided to start clambering around on top of the furniture, never mind that the truck is barreling down the state highway.
Well i was climbing up on some dressers towards the back of the truck, but they had been covered with moving blanket.
When all of my weight got up on top of the dresser, the wind pressure started sliding me and the goddamn moving blanket backwards, and since the dressers were taller than the stake walls of the truck that meant me and the moving pad were headed directly off the back of the truck, going 60+mph
I of course tried to scramble back to safety but all my effort just pulled the damn furniture pad towards me and I kept sliding.
My feet went off the back of the dressers, dangling over the highway, when one of the kids with me heard my terror screams over the wind, realized what was happening and jumped and caught the edge of the moving blanket ending my rearward progress.
We kept riding in the back on hauling jobs but I learned to be more careful.
bonus: That same stepdad, one of his own natural kids was real wild. He stowed away on the roof of their Winnebago before the mom drove it over the Maryland Bay Bridge. She said she couldn’t figure out why everyone was honking and pointing but it’s not like she could pull over on the bridge!
My stepdad had a hauling business. Huge stakebody diesel truck he called Big Blue, you’d call him and he’d bring us kids over and we would load the truck. He’d take it to the dump or wherever they wanted.
Usually us kids rode in the open back of the truck with whatever we were hauling, which was usually old furniture and trash.
One day we were moving a TON of furniture and the whole truck was packed. So packed that there wasn’t much room for us but there was like a littke pocket in the middle.
Being stupid kids, we decided to start clambering around on top of the furniture, never mind that the truck is barreling down the state highway.
Well i was climbing up on some dressers towards the back of the truck, but they had been covered with moving blanket.
When all of my weight got up on top of the dresser, the wind pressure started sliding me and the goddamn moving blanket backwards, and since the dressers were taller than the stake walls of the truck that meant me and the moving pad were headed directly off the back of the truck, going 60+mph
I of course tried to scramble back to safety but all my effort just pulled the damn furniture pad towards me and I kept sliding.
My feet went off the back of the dressers, dangling over the highway, when one of the kids with me heard my terror screams over the wind, realized what was happening and jumped and caught the edge of the moving blanket ending my rearward progress.
We kept riding in the back on hauling jobs but I learned to be more careful.
bonus: That same stepdad, one of his own natural kids was real wild. He stowed away on the roof of their Winnebago before the mom drove it over the Maryland Bay Bridge. She said she couldn’t figure out why everyone was honking and pointing but it’s not like she could pull over on the bridge!
The 80’s was wild.
'80s