Old School? Was That You?

I had a flatbed pass me in TN 2 days ago, and it said "Old School" on the back of the cab. Was that you?

I had a flatbed pass me in TN 2 days ago, and it said "Old School" on the back of the cab. Was that you?

Usually that would be him. XDD

Hey Deb, that must have been my "cuzzin", he looks a lot like me!

No, that wasn't me, but I was in Tennessee about that time. I pass through there usually tow or three times a week. I come up from Georgia on I-24, then hit I-75 up to I-40, then I-81 all the way into Virginia on my way up into the New England states, then turn around and am usually coming back to Louisiana on that same route.

If you want to keep an eye out for me, here's what I look like.

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Sometimes I'm pulling a Conestoga like that or at other times I'm pulling a regular flat-bed. If you see one of our trucks and it has lime green tarps on the load like this - chances are pretty high that you've spotted the elusive "Old School". I haven't come across another driver yet that has tarps as ugly as mine. They issued everyone at the plant I'm dedicated to new three piece black tarp sets, but I declined them because mine were so much better suited to what we need.

Well, it was on I75, but not that nice grey truck, and definitely not the lime green tarps! Guess it was just someone from your fan club, an "Old School Wannabe".

You were there, for a minute. Or 30.

Last Sunday afternoon, I was sitting on the couch in the drivers’ lounge at the Schneider O.C. in Houston, and updated my GPS location on this site. Lo and behold, who was 2 miles away at the Flying J but Old School himself? I dashed out to my truck, threw on my running shoes and shorts, and ran to the Flying J. 14 mins 10 secs later I was there, and, well, you know how this story ends.... I figgered you must have stopped for fuel and perhaps your 30. I thought it odd that you’d overnight there, so close to home. After criss-crossing the parking lot several times staring at the trucks in disbelief that I’d missed this opportunity, i jetted out of there before someone got the wrong idea and asked me out on a date. Another time. Ghost.

Hey Pete, I'm sorry I missed you!

You are correct though. I stopped in that Flying J for fuel. I guess I shouldn't log in while on a fuel stop. It confuses those folks who are stalking me.

Right on both accounts: I suppose I was stalking you, and am easily confused.

If I had to run 2 miles to meet you, you would have at least an hour to escape.

Hey Pete, I'm sorry I missed you!

You are correct though. I stopped in that Flying J for fuel. I guess I shouldn't log in while on a fuel stop. It confuses those folks who are stalking me.

Right on both accounts: I suppose I was stalking you, and am easily confused.

If I had to run 2 miles to meet you, you would have at least an hour to escape.

You all crack me up!

Very funny. Old school is old school and stories about it will be in trend for a long time. Therefore divisys please