For many of us, a late-night drive might mean the occasional pothole, wreckless motorist, roadblock or wandering animal. But for truckers, who spend endless hours on remote roads, crossing lonely deserts or dense forests, the darkness can hold far stranger and scarier surprises. At times, it may even feel less like a job and more like a horror movie waiting to unfold.
Long-haul truck drivers are the true night watchmen. Many have seen it all, from bizarre roadside rituals, to horrific accidents, haunting hitchhikers and more. Someone asked truckers online, “What is something you have witnessed driving at night that gave you chills?” and no less than 2,000 comments came rolling in.
Bored Panda has put together list of our personal favorites for you to scroll through ahead of your next long, road trip. So fasten your seatbelt, dim the dashboard lights and lock the doors. Prepare for an epic journey of tales from truckers who’ve had their last nerve tested while working the night shift. We also delve into some of the dangers that come with being a truck driver. You’ll find that info between the images.
#1
Not something I’ve witnessed but happened to me. I was driving down Hells Pass in British Columbia in the winter when my truck started to jackknife. The cab was right up against the trailer and I was being pushed down the hill sideways.
7-10% grade. I managed to use the trailer brake to bring cab back around and bring the truck to a safe stop but still scary as hell.
#2
My dad used to drive for a commercial grocery store back in the day, this was probably around 1975-80. The route he drove took him past a hospital for the mentally ill. Apparently the place wasn’t known for its security because my dad said he would pass people walking on the road in varying levels of nudity. He said he would see about one or two escaped patients a week and eventually it became a pretty normal thing. He told me the creepiest part is sometimes they would look at the headlights the way a deer or wild animal would and he was terrified that one day they would just run out in front of the truck. They never did though… just stared and watched him drive by.
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#3
In the 90s I lived in a logging camp in northern British Columbia. It was a big one made up of trailers and had about 300 people living there including families.
I drove a water truck on weekends when the camp was on days off. When driving on logging roads you radio your kilometer markings with the name of the road to avoid collisions. “Empty on Windfall 10” to say you were 10 clicks on the Windfall road heading away from camp and “Loaded on Windfall 10” to say you were coming back.
Anyways, being a weekend I didn’t expect anyone to be hanging around except a skeleton crew. I had no idea that there was a kids birthday party up on the top end of the windfall road. Its beautiful up there with a clear landing and a pond, so why not. The family hired two clowns from a nearby town for the kids. Apparently the clowns wrapped up their show and were heading back to camp but they were not using the radio. I’m on the road in a big water truck doing 50 kh and they come bombing around a corner doing 50 kh in a clown car and we almost collide. I blasted the horn as this car with a plastic star on its roof goes whipping by with two screaming clowns inside and I could just not figure out what the heck had just happened.
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#4
I’ve posted this before, but the most frightened I have been driving a truck was going over Donner Pass one night on I 80 toward Sacramento. I had stopped in Reno and checked weather reports. It was early May or late April, cant remember now, but there was still a chance of bad road conditions up there. The weather reports called for light snow flurries and the CA DOT site said chain laws were not in effect, so I went on my way.
I got up to the top and suddenly the sky just dumped a blizzard. It was almost total white out conditions and I was past the chain up areas and the rest areas with no real safe place to stop. I could just barely make out the tracks of the truck ahead of me and I slowly followed those, praying that he did not run off the road.
The worst thing about it, the wind was blowing, making the snow swirl violently in my vision. That caused me to experience this weird vertigo, I have only experienced like that, that one time. I began to feel like my body was losing which way was up.
Fortunately it dd not last very long. I got down to a lower elevation and it suddenly became heavy rain. I was never so happy to see a rain storm on a mountain that I can remember.
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#5
My father in law said he was hauling a truck load of furbies when they started talking to each other. He said they didnt stop talking the whole time he drove halfway across America.
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#6
When I was only new to the truck driving game I had a job driving all over continental Europe (I’m Irish) I was sitting in a restaurant and on the French side of the Mount Blanc tunnel and heard a couple of old boys tell a story about a rookie who lost control of his truck on the way down the mountain. He rang his mother and told her what was happening just before he crashed off the side.
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#7
That happened a long time ago to my grandfather’s friend. That friend was an experienced trucker and was kinda training a younger one, taking him to where he went.
So, it’s mid-winter and they are driving through a snow desert stretching for as far as eye can see. It’s middle of nowhere and there was not a soul for literally hundreds of kilometers around.
I should’ve clarified that story is taking place in the Soviet Union somewhere near Omsk back in the 60s. This means there was practically no traffic whatsoever, because car ownership was very limited at the time. A trucker could drive for hundreds of miles without seeing a single car.
While they were driving an immense blizzard hit them reducing the visibility to 1 meter max. They kept on driving until they went off the road and got stuck in the snow. Again with no passing cars, their situation was desperate. There was little food, no heating, no other supplies and the blizzard could potentially continue for days.
After 6 hours of, what I imagine was a very uneasy waiting, the fear and panic took the better of the young and inexperienced fellow. He insisted they should walk along the road and try to find help. Keep in mind, there were no towns or cities for hundreds of miles around. The older fellow tells him to calm down and wait.
The lad, however was extremely nervous and they began to argue. It escalated and the younger one grabbed a wrench. My grandfather’s friend had a knife in his hand, but decided not to risk it. His partner got out of the truck, barely even opening the door and stumbled away, knee deep in snow.
My grandfather’s mate waited there for another day and in the morning he was rescued by the military, who were sent to look for them guessing that they got stuck in the snow most likely. He and a group of soldiers left the truck there and continued along the road since the help came from the truckers’ starting point (point A). The other fellow went towards their destination (point B). In a few kilometers my grandfather’s friend saw a small black object, barely visible in the sea of white. His heart stopped because he was guessing what this was.
He yelled at the soldiers to stop the car. Upon inspection, buried in the snow was his young partner. The black object was his cap which could easily have been missed so deep was he buried in the snow. The body was sat upright frozen and rigid as stone. The trucker told my grandfather that the cold has perfectly captured the expression of profound despair and horror on the young and boyish face of the lad. That fellow blamed himself for the rest of his life for not stopping him, for failing to convince him to stay.
Please pardon my English. Just wanted to share this one.
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#8
My buddy is a trucker. He was stopped at this rest stop somewhere in Ohio. He was outside of his truck checking something near the rear trailer wheels. A car pulled upside him and the driver rolled his window down. The driver was a middle aged male and creepily asked my buddy if he wanted to have a good time. My buddy responded “nah, leave me alone”. The guy driving the car sped off. Around 2 hours later, my buddy went back outside to check something near the rear wheels again. As he was bent down, he heard this car approaching quickly. It was the same man he encountered earlier. The man attempted to hit my friend with his car (at probably 25mph) but was unsuccessful as my friend jumped under the trailer. The driver of the car stopped about 30 ft from the trailer and put his car in reverse. As he began to back up, my buddy grabbed his tire iron and threw it at the car. The tire iron smashed through the rear window of the car. The driver sped off immediately. My buddy didn’t get a plate number or great description of the vehicle or guy as it all happened at night. He was upset that he lost his tire iron though.
#9
My dad is a trucker and one night as he was taking a nap he woke up and saw someone looking through the front window watching him. He was on a bed in the back and got startled. Then he noticed the window was open a little bit because it was in the middle of summer in australia and saw this strangers hand reach for the keys to unlock the car. My dad yelled at him and scared him away and drove home immediately.
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#10
Not me but my dad has been a lorry driver all his life, he said the creepiest thing he ever saw was when he used to deliver the animal food to farms, early hours of the morning driving down a country road just a man standing there in a suit on the side of road, just stood there staring as he drove past.
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#11
TL;DR: Dad was a trucker, saw a ghost woman dancing to Frank Sinatra at 2:00 in the morning on a deserted mountain in the middle of winter.
I’m not a trucker, but my dad was for 15+ years, and he tells this story all the time.
One night around 2:00 a.m. my dad was hauling coal in a semi off of a place called 22 mountain. He got super tired, and decided to pull off and get some rest before finishing his haul the next morning. Just as he was drifting off to sleep in the bed in the back of his truck, he heard the song “I love you baby.” by Frank Sinatra start to play right outside of his sleeper cabin. Considering that this mountain was pretty much deserted, even on its busiest days, he was pretty confused and went to the front of the truck to see where it was coming from.
There, smack dab in the middle of the road, was a woman that appeared to be dancing. She had on a white party dress, her hair was cut in a bob, and one high heel as the other one was nowhere in sight. My dad started the truck, and sped off, knowing that something about her wasn’t right. As he was driving off, he claims that he drove straight through the woman like she was made of mist, and he saw her in his review mirror virtually unaffected.
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#12
A friend who is a truck driver told me this one. He was driving through the edge of some bushland on his way back to Perth, Western Australia when he hit a kangaroo. He stopped the truck, grabbed his knife (in case he needed to dispatch it), his flashlight, and got out. He went over to the kangaroo. It needed to be dispatched, as it was alive and in immense pain, but he got this weird feeling that he was being watched. He flashed his light around and saw dozens of pairs of red eyes watching him. The whole mob of kangaroos was just standing there watching him end the life of one of their mates (kangaroos have red eyeshine). He quickly dispatched the kangaroo, bolted back to his truck, and took off. He said it was the creepiest thing he had ever seen on the road.
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#13
Where do you want me to start! I’ll stick with a story from when I was straight and sober…
Coming back from Kununurra (very northern town in Western Australia) to Perth one night. Seen no one else on the road for hours, but every now and then, on a long straight, I could see a set of tail lights in the distance. All of a sudden, there’s the tail lights, attached to a trailer that’s stopped in the middle of the road. I slammed on the brakes and swerved around it, and that’s when i realised that the truck, towing 3 trailers had run off the road into the only large tree for miles.
I pulled forwards, off the road, and jumped out. My co-driver (who’d been asleep, but got thrown out of the bunk when I slammed on the brakes) was already calling emergency services. As I got to the back of my 3rd trailer, wisps of smoke started from under the cab of the Volvo wrapped around the tree. I raced back, grabbed a fire extinguisher and was running towards the wreck when I heard a groan from the ditch, about 10 metres in front of the wreck. The driver had been thrown clean through the windscreen, and while he was an absolute mess, at least he was alive. The Volvo was, by now, in flames. But that just gave me some light to inspect old mate for injuries.
And then I heard the sound that, even now, tears me to the core. A thin, high pitched squeal, gradually progressing into the most soul piercing scream I’ve ever heard. His co-driver had also been asleep in the bunk. And with the truck wrapped around the tree, he was stuck. And I hadn’t thought to fight the fire. And now some poor dude was burning, trapped in a steel coffin, while I just collapsed. Impotent and broken.
I still drive trucks now. It’s my life. It’s cost me several relationships and a marriage, but I don’t know anything else that I can do. I love the life, I love the freedom, and I always know that I can lose everything in the blink of an eye. But I never again, and never will, drive as a two-up team.
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#14
I25 south of Albuquerque, there’s a huge dip, straight down one side of a canyon and up the other. I’m a very safe driver, so i took the downgrade slow and crawled up the other side with my hazards on. Looking in my mirror i see headlights from another truck at the bottom, then 2 jets of flame shoot like 20 feet into the air above it. This truck runs past me doing 80 up the slope. I didn’t even know it was possible to put nitrous into a semi, i know it ain’t legal, but i thought the devil himself was riding up on me.
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#15
When I was about 12 our family vehicle broke down on the side of the highway.
The two adults asked me and my ten-year-old cousin to go walking and find a payphone because one was heavily pregnant and the other was disabled.
We walked for about 2 mi when a trucker pulled over and asked what we were doing. We explained the situation, and he said to get in the truck and he would take us to Walmart.
He was an older black man with a gray beard and a heavy foreign accent.
As we climbed into his truck, he told us we should never ever ever get in the truck with a strange man because it’s extremely dangerous, but we did it anyway and he took us to Walmart and we called somebody to come help us.
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#16
There’s another driver where I work that tells a story about driving through the desert in Arizona back in the 80’s with nothing around for miles when he broke down in the middle of the night- it was an easy fix (his fuel filter was clogged- he drained it a little to free up the fuel and got the truck running about 15 minutes later), he took off down the highway when he saw a man that was out of breath on the side of the highway that was staring at him as he passed.. he said it looked like the guy had been running toward him until he got his truck running and drove away.. He said if he had been there a few more minutes the guy would’ve been able to walk up on him with his head in the engine bay. He said the look on the guys face gave him chills and telling the story you could see it still creeped him out.
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#17
One night, I was hauling sulfuric acid from the rail siding to the mine site. Normally do 3 loads a shift, so it was pretty full on. 1st load of the night, and I get overtaken by a Commodore full of Aboriginals. Now, country Australians will recognize the type. No windows, because they’re all smashed, only one headlight, no tail lights, and a stream of empty VB cans falling out. A few km down the road, they’re stopped off the side of the road trying to flag me down.
“Hey brudder, we got no petrol! Can you gib us some?” Well, actually, no. I run on diesel, you need petrol. “Nah brudder, dat’s ok. We only going to Laverton.” Yeah, nah, ain’t gonna happen. Sorry guys.
Take off again, warning everyone about the carload of Aboriginals right on the side of the highway.
Heading back after the first load, and they start jumping on to the road, trying to make me stop. Not happening guys. Pull on the air horn and drive straight towards them. Sure enough, I’m still 200m away when they run off the road. I got back to rail, and rang the coppers in Leonora, and they promised to send a car out. Heading out on the 2nd load, and the coppers overtake me before I get there, so no troubles when I went past. Coming back from the 2nd load, coppers are just leaving, and the Aboriginals have gotten a fire going and pushed the Commodore well off the road.
3rd load, and by now it’s nearly 3am. Figured it’d be a nice, quiet run. Not likely! Now, for a bit of information, this is a fully loaded, triple trailer road-train, grossing 147 tonnes, and coming in at about 40m long. Say 325,000 pounds, and 130 feet for our American brethren. I’m doing 90km/h approaching the broken down Commodore, and the fire’s burnt low, and it looks like they’re all asleep. Then I notice a dark patch in the middle of my lane. I figure it’s probably a eead kangaroo, and so I move over to the opposite lane to avoid it.
I kid you not. This dark pile jumps up out of my original lane, runs over, and lies down in the middle of the opposite lane, directly in my path! So I move back to my correct lane. And the pile jumps up, runs over, and lies down in his original spot! I start slowing down, spotlights shining, and grab a hold of the air horn cord again. I slowly start to swerve into the oncoming lane again, and a 2nd dark pile jumps up off the side of the road, runs out and lies down in this lane! So, now I’ve got 2 lumps to avoid.
So, I just gave in to the inevitable. I took my foot off the brakes, slammed the throttle to the floor so hard I nearly punched it through the firewall and aimed for the gap between them. Never let go of the air horn, that was just screaming to the world that I was coming.
Well, there’s not enough room between them for me to fit through. And I’m committed, there’s no way I can stop in time. So, I just screwed up my eyes and kept rolling. Thank god these boys gave in. Right at the last second, they both bailed off the road and disappeared into the bush.
But, I’m willing to bet they never tried that again!
Image source: TinyFromKalgoorlie, Vishal Chodvadiya
#18
Not night time but close enough:
My dad is a truck driver who regularly makes trips to a nearby major city. This city is known as one of the most dangerous cities in the country so my dad takes special precautions. One of them being he always leaves several car lengths in front of him at a red light so he can get out if needed.
One day around 5am he was sitting at a red light and someone hit him so hard that his truck moved forward several feet and it knocked the hat off of his head. He looked in the rearview mirror and saw someone run up to the back of his trailer and faint. He decided he should stay put and wait for the police to show up.
turns out a Cadillac had hit him from behind going 110 mph. Both men in the front seat were completely decapitated. You could see the spot on the trailer where their heads hit. The driver was still drunk and high from the night before.
My dad was put on leave for several weeks and endlessly questioned. For some reason the police thought it was suspicious that he had left space between him and the next car. He felt really guilty about it for a long time but we told him had he not been there they would of hit the cars in front of him. I was a kid when this happened and he never let me ride along with him again.
Edit: Sorry I should’ve been a bit more clear. The trailer sits higher than the car so when they hit it they went partially underneath the trailer and the bottom of the trailer decapitated them. A bystander that ran over to help fainted when he saw them.
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#19
My mother is a long haul trucker, her husband as well. I actually went on the road with them for about 3 months when I was in my early teens. It was a really neat experience. Pissing in bottles, watching my mother read a book while she was driving, watching my step-father shave while he was driving.
I remember one night my step-father and I were sleeping in the back bunks and I remember hearing over the PA someone yelling to be careful that there was a big rig going South-bound in the North-bound lane. My step-father woke up to tell my mother to be careful and he just started screaming at her. Turns out it was her who was asleep and driving down the wrong lane on the freeway.
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#20
It was the night before Thanksgiving a few years ago. A woman was crossing a busy highway and got hit by a car. Police were there but paramedics had not made it yet. The sight of her family holding her lifeless body with blood everywhere while cry hysterically is something I will not forget.
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#21
Short-haul driving on Northway, toward Quebec. No cell signal or sparse in that area. My cell rings? No number, no caller on the other end. I turned off the phone. A minute later, I see this red splatter from the right (slow vehicle ) lane, into the center and then like a long drag mark, it ended in the left lane. I slowed a bit and realized, it looked like a rolled up carpet. I kept driving.
About 3km ahead (or about a mile and half), there was another truck pulled over, flashers on, and driver inspecting the front. I pulled over to check on him. Sure enough, he was the one that hit the “carpet” ; a deer as he told me. He had a push bar on his Volvo (nice rig) and it was covered in deer entrails and blood. Had to radio in for assistance as he said his temp went up, and there it was, a leg and hoof were literally inside the radiator fins! NYS troopers showed up, (those flashing LEDs are way too bright!) and I guess called in a HD Tow truck. The look on the trooper was priceless though: he saw the “carpet” back down the way, and had no idea what it was, but put in call for DoT to clean up. Spit up his coffee when we showed him the deer hoof in the radiator. Kinda surreal with the red/blue strobes.
Weirdest of all was the driver that hit that deer, said his phone rang in that same spot mine did…then he hit saw the deer and tried to change lanes…no luck..). Good thing no one got hurt and no one else around (that made it creepier).
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#22
I was driving on a two lane road through New Brunswick, Canada (Hwy 17 towards Glencoe) around 3 am. I has never driven this road and there was nothing around, it was in the middle of nowhere, I hadn’t seen another car for at least an hour.
I passed two people and a car on the side of the road looking at a car that was flipped over in the ditch, but still had it’s lights on, so it looked like it happened recently. The car on the side of the road had no apparent damage. I initially drove past them about 200 meters, then stopped and reversed back to them, and got out to see if they needed help, or a phone or anything.
I asked if everything is ok, and they responded in French (not uncommon in that part of the country), so I just motioned to my phone like “Do you need my phone/do you need to phone someone?” They looked at me and said something else in French, and I got the feeling they didn’t need me, so I started walking back to my truck, while looking back at them to confirm they were ok if I left.
It just seemed surreal after driving for a long time and seeing NO ONE on the road, these two guys were just standing on the side of the road talking and looking at a flipped over car, and didn’t seem to be doing anything about it.
Also, later that same morning (around 7am) I passed a car that had just hit a moose waiting for paramedics (for the person), I could see the moose’s heart on the road still.
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#23
My dad, a truck driver in the Netherlands for about 30 years now was leaving our town at 3am-ish to do the deliveries to the stores. He drives off with a colleague and a kilometre outside my town he hits the brakes because there’s a horse on the road (alive). His colleague behind him stops as well and is informed about the situation over the CB radio. Two trucks which look the same (both yellow-blue Scania box trucks with an additional blue trailer) are standing still on a B-road in the middle of the night.
A guy pulls up behind them in an Audi A6 stationwagon. He, of course, did not know what was going on and after a few minutes (the horse wasn’t moving) he got very annoyed with the trucks standing still so he absolutely floored it to go past them. He crashed into the horse, k*****g it and totaling his car. Guy went to the hospital and this all happened under the eye of my father. Pretty terrifying s**t.
The guy ended up surviving but my dad was pretty messed up about it.
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#24
(sorry for my bad english)
Not a trucker anymore, but i was for 1,5 yrs from march 2016 to november 2017
I live in Santa Catarina a cold state in Brazil and there is a lot of myth and folklore in my region (south brazil) about demon possesion, satanism, black magic , devil worshippers and stuff like that.
My grandfather has a small business and in 2015 i had no job and decided to work with him, i worked in the office but some time later we need to deliver stuff to a neighbour state and i became the one that would do that, i would deliver from east Santa Catarina to West Rio Grande do Sul like 800km driving like 13 hrs on the wheel, and i did it a lot of time these delivers and one of them something happen. It was July 2016 i was in Cachoeira do Sul , a small town in Rio Grande do Sul and i was going to Cordilheira another small town, it was night and i was alone on the road driving and i saw a some light in the wood and some shadows, my curiosity made me stop and try to peep to figure out what it was, as i was entering the woods i saw a bunch of folks in white cloths with a fire, dancing and sing some stuff with animals and blood and what seemed like a human body cut and half.
Some friend of mine were from voodoo, camdomble and umbanda and what i saw in the wood was nothing like it, that seems like something out of horror movie, u know, i was deeply terrified and soon i got back to the truck i flee faster that i could. After that i comment that with some folks in Cachoeira do Sul (like the owner of the place where i had my dinner that night) and they said that what i saw was normal there and that happen often in west Rio Grande do Sul. It was the one of the most creep stuff that i saw in my life and today when i driving alone i never stop the car near of the woods because of that.
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#25
A month ago a truck driver passed me at at least 60 mph and crossed to the other lane to get ahead of everyone else before crossing back to our lane…
*Thing is*, he couldn’t go back to our lane because it was closed up ahead. It was a narrow two-lane road (like each lane for an opposite direction?), and they were doing road-work on it so they closed one lane, put a bunch of signs and traffic cones and *cops* to direct the traffic, because there was only one lane left and cars coming from both directions couldn’t ride there at the same time – that would cause a head-on collision… which is why our side of the traffic stopped entirely because there was a giant glowing red X infront of us and a traffic cop signing us to stop… because there were cars from the other direction.
But the truck driver didn’t see the cars coming at him yet from behind all the red cones and signs and just ignored all glowing red lights motioning him to stop or at least slow down, and kept going, cutting an entire line of cars who did stop. Until he reached the head of the line just when cars started coming out from the opposite direction and right at him.
Never seen a truck break so hard in real life before. Thankfully it was a small truck because he stopped pretty quickly and was even able to move a few inches to side so he wouldn’t block the road completely. Don’t know who got scared the most; the truck driver, the poor driver who he nearly crushed into, or the other drivers watching it.
Edit: all the signs and cones made it hard to see vehicles coming from the other side, so the truck driver thought the other lane was empty. But. come on, the’s a GIANT X few meters ahead of you and all the other cars standing behind it didn’t clue you in that the road ahead is probably blocked? What made you think you could cut your way back into the lane?? A small car, maybe, but a TRUCK?!
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#26
My dad was a short haul trucker for most of his adult years. He retired because of how many people he saw driving distracted. Not just texting, either. He saw people doing their makeup, watching movies, reading news papers. He even saw someone eating a plate of pancakes once. While he was never in an accident he witnessed accidents, aftermaths of accidents, and spoke with a lot of colleagues about their experiences after a semi would become involved with a smaller vehicle due to the car’s driver not paying attention. An 18 wheeled big-rig can’t stop fast enough to save the life of the 18yo who decides he needs to send this dank meme to his buddy.
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#27
Not my story but my grandfather’s
my grandfather was a truck driver for about 25-26 years so he was pretty good at it. he would normally be gone for days at a time so he had a sleeper rig with a bed, kitchenette, and stuff like that in the back. (bare with me this is important) he would normally take naps in the bed in the back in the yard when waiting to get his haul for the day. and would leave the truck on for air conditioning or heat. so this time he decided to sleep in the driver seat and was asleep for about 10 or 20 minutes. at this point in the story i should mention that my grandfather is 69 years old but this was about 4 or 5 years ago when this happened. he is a Vietnam war veteran with a purple heart and multiple health conditions because of heavy smoking during this time and he also has some severe PTSD from it. but he is still as strong as an ox.
so back to the story, while he was asleep a guy that had 3 warrants out for his arrest and wasn’t allowed to own any wepons but of course he did, jumed the fence to get into the truck yard and began to put multiple rounds into the windshield of my grandfathers truck. during this my grandfather of course woke up and dove into the back of his truck and called the cops. after 10 more rounds flew through the windshield the guy jumped the fence and ran back into the woods and hid there until the cops later found him. my grandfather was all okay and later found out that the guy had been living in the woods for about 3 months. he also later found out that the guy attacked him because my grandfather “stole his spacesuit” which my grandfather did not do. everyone is okay now and the guy is in prison for 1 more year. so thats my story sorry about the longines but im known to do that at times.
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#28
I used to drive buses and I did what we called the first sign on shifts that started between 3-4am. One morning with a work mate at the depot we go out into the yard to start our buses up then I hear him scream and then see him come bolting out of his bus, scared the heck out of me me as to what was happening so I tentatively go and investigate.
Turns out there was a homeless man asleep in his bus and when he started the bus it woke him up but the homeless guy did not say a word and just walked down the bus to get out scaring my co-worker when he was right on top of him. We used to have a good laugh about it after the fact but at the time it was scary to experience.
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#29
My cousin went on a gap yah to Australia a few years ago. He drove across the country in a camper van and had two creepy tales.
The first one was they came across a broken down car at the side of the road. The guy flagged him down and my cousin slowed down but locked his doors because something didn’t feel right. He then noticed a couple more guys emerging from the trees with baseballs and blades and floored it out of there.
The same week he turned up at a campsite after driving hundreds of kilometres and the police were there and turned him away. He was pissed off because the next site was over an hour away, but he drove it anyway. Turns out there was a mad man running around.
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#30
Not mine but my grandfathers. One night after completing his water delivery he stops at a roundabout to let the other car go thru but it doesn’t and soon people hop out with knives and tools and they yell at him to cut the engine and to hop out of the truck. He guns it smashing their car out of the way and goes around the roundabout and drives to the nearest police station and tells them what happens. He thinks they were trying to steal the bulldog from his truck cause the only way to get it is to steal it or buy a Mack truck.
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#31
I was driving late one night and I saw this wierd animal crossing the highway. It looked like a really lanky dog, black or dark brown with a skinny thin tail. I saw it when it was already across the slow lane on my side of the road. It was probably 150 feet from me when I saw it reach the grass and take off on it’s hind legs into the woods.
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