Please face forward and hold the handrail

Correct, I acknowledge that in another reply and also added I'm skeptical of the pulling over. Attorney's will advise to say so otherwise, they hang themselves.

I also stated in another reply that driver or passenger(s) assume the risk of injury as a passenger is not aware of what lies ahead while driving. If it's true they did indeed pullover, the lady is still at fault for being clumsy. Simply put, hot is hot and people know it. 109 + degrees burns skin. Hot beverages are all over 109 degrees. Drink at your own risk.

Exactly and nobody will admit they spilled it while driving. Therefore, yes, I did pull over to add my condiments.

Interesting. In Michigan, you're driving too close and will always be the fault of the driver who rear ended the vehicle in front, even though the use of turn signals are mandatory. Brake lights are also there for a reason.

The east coast is different. There are a lot of short runs between cities. They tend to spend all day getting a load then drive all night to unload in the morning, rinse and repeat. I don't know how they do it.

Most of my runs were at least a thousand miles. The money makers for the company were carpets and furniture. I'd haul carpet out of LA to Dalton GA, Denver, Brooklyn, Seattle, and so forth. Out of Dalton I'd bring Georgia carpet back to LA or Vegas, usually. The other option was bopping around the southeast picking up furniture and bringing it to the Mississippi terminal. A lot of the Mississippi furniture went out by rail, but there were always hot loads going back west.

The nature of that sort of operation meant you'd get strange loads to reposition you for paying loads. Peanuts from New Mexico to LA, scrap batteries from Denver to LA, and so forth. Groceries were the ones that really sucked. Most grocery warehouses don't unload the truck. You either do it yourself or hire a lumper for $100 or so. The lumpers were outside contractors that were somebody's cousin or paid off the warehouse foreman. One time I thought I was golden since the stuff was on pallets. The d*****ad informed me the stacking pattern wasn't correct and they would all have to be restacked to meet their requirements.

It was fun for a while. Most years I'd get back home in November, clean the truck out, and head to southern Arizona for the winter. In the spring I'd trickle back, throw my junk in another truck, and hit the road. Seniority didn't buy you much. Work for your dispatcher and you got good runs. Slack off, not meet schedules, and you'd get s*it runs.

Ain't the American way. Early in life I found out those stories that started with 'I didn't do anything and that cop...' were pure bullshit.

But, but, but, the entire legal profession will collapse

There are worse places... Fortunately most of my Canadian runs were west of Calgary. Going through Banff is not boring.

That Braille bit does make me wonder... They probably don't exist anymore but what I really liked in Ontario was the men only beerhalls.

Among other reasons, it's because they manufacture the front panels of drive-up and walk-up ATMs the same.

Cindy Hamilton

So did the woman and her grandson. Didn't read or double standard?

Technically if he went by the hillbilly axiom we all learned at the time: "Eatin' ain't cheatin'" then he was correct.

There are already people on that road, Drinking coffee or eating a sandwich can get you pulled over now. (Distracted driving).

One of my DC cop buddies said if they pulled up on a property damage accident and anyone wanted them to write a report they were giving everyone a ticket. Usually they decided they could deal with it themselves.

Just forfeiting the collateral to get them to ignore you to "failing appear" seems like the cowardly way out. That is what you are doing when you "pay a ticket". I was standing there in front of a judge prepared to defend my actions with the chance that I could end up paying more than the collateral on the ticket. How much more manning up do you want?

Obviously that sarcasm went over your head.

Do you expect anyone to admit the car was moving while opening a hot beverage lid? Of course not, especially when advised by legal counsel.

I knew some guys who were running Baltimore to Jacksonville 2 or 3 times a week. There were other guys with regular routes up and down I-95 and they liked to do it at night. One guy was running coal from West Virginia to Dahlgren Va. It was real pretty stuff, shiny anthracite that looked like black diamonds. I rescued him one night on

They call those gay bars now.

Traffic court is a crap shoot. I've heard plenty of stories good and bad.

My favorite was years ago in Philadelphia. Must have been 100 of us there hoping to get out of or at least a lesser charge. Door opens and the bailiff announces: Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Whoever presiding. Judge sits and say "how do you plead: so every one of us says "NOT Guilty" and the judge responded "Dismissed" I guess he had an early Tee time.

I forget the exact cities but I was empty in Virginia and my dispatcher sent me over to West Virginia to pick up a load. She gave me the routing and I said "You're sure about this?" "Yup, it's a truck route." It was, but it was a coal truck route and it was summertime. The canopy was pruned back to 12' by the coal haulers, but I was 13' 6". I got to where I was going and hit the closest truck stop to get the clearance lights replaced on the trailer.

That wasn't as bad as Arkansas. It probably has something to do with Federal funding but everything in Arkansas is designated as a truck route even if you'd have a hard time making the switchbacks in a Prius.