I Just Thought I Was a Truck DriverMay 11th, 2012 | By Editorial Staff | Category: Jack Schrock's Blog
One day I rode with “young David” (He was only 50 at the time, but Chick always called him “young David.”) on a HD recovery and tow job into far Eastern New Mexico. It was summertime so the trip was hot and working the rollover was even hotter. And I really didn’t much qualify for being David’s swamper, but gave it my best shot. Translated, that means David did all the work and I just got in the way.
We (how you like that “we”?) rigged, fiddled, grunted and groaned and finally got the “wreck” back up on its wheels. And, with some jockeying around, got it repositioned to a point where the wrecker could pick it up on the Holmes TH295 HD tow hitch. This was a robust device that could just tear the crap out of the front end of a truck if it wasn’t already torn up in the wreck.
Anyway, by now the sun was dropping behind the mountains in the West and when that happens out there it gets dark … quickly. So with the casualty on the hitch, safety chains and tow lights in place, we headed back to Albuquerque. Dave was tired and dirty (How could that be with all the help I’d been?) so after a few miles I offered to drive. David gladly pulled off the road and traded places. He settled into the passenger seat, took a drink of cold water and let out a sigh of relief. We took off with Cap’n Jack at the controls.
But, what’s this? Two gear shifts coming out of the floor. Hey, I was a master of the single stick Road Ranger, but two shifts? David gave me some simple instructions that resulted in a lot of gear scratching and lugging and stopping and starting all over. Finally, I somewhat got the sequence down by steering with my chin and using both arms to play dueling banjos with the two gear shifts.
When we arrived at the outskirts of Albuquerque, young David suggested that he best drive the rig into the barn and I quickly agreed. Did I learn something that day? No, definitely not.