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Ice Road Truckers (free - iTunes link) is the iPhone app counterpart to the harrowing HISTORY Channel show of the same name.
Now since the iPhone app already free, they can't exactly give that away, can they? But what they can do is offer you the chance to get some of that hardcore extreme trucking action on DVD with the Ice Road Truckers Season Two box set, On and Off the Ice, and Most Dangerous Episodes! Want 'em? Have a US mailing address? Then hit reply and give us your best ice, road, or truck story! |
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Driver's Ed, mid 1970's, 20 miles south of the Canadian border in upstate NY. Our driver's ed teacher taught us to control the car on the snow by taking us out in the country (it was mostly all country back then), having us speed up to about 50-60 and slamming on the brakes. If we were too delicate on the brakes, he would slam for us on the nice little instructor brake.
So one day the braking (breaking?) point came a little too close to a ravine, and the entire car went over the embankment leaving one student (not me, thank goodness...I was in the simulator that day!) seriously injured. At my 20th reunion, the driver's ed instructor showed up and asked how many of us had moved south to avoid his instructional tactics with future generations.
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My ice story: after three hours of chiping out 6" thick ice from a twenty five foot driveway and hurtling it off in the woods, I returned indoors exhausted ready to sleep the week away only to see on my local news channel, a huge, I'm talking 24 hour huge snowstorm followed by a sleet(snow/rain) storm. Great. Approximately 8-12" snow+sleet(wet)=heavy, heavy, slush/snow. Yes, of course, that night there were freezing tempuratures. Yes, I was repeating the same days work in about two days. Feel. The. Burn.
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Hmmm, how a about snow?
In high school, my girlfriend's father called my mom: "Mrs. B?" -Yes "I went out to the driveway and found your son's name written in snow!" -OK? "It was written with urine" -OK, but boys will be boys you know... "Fine, but it was written in my daughter's hand-writing!" -Click. ![]() |
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With 2 preschoolers, getting in and out of the car can be a bit chaotic. We were in downtown St. Louis. Well, actually, the "cool" part of St. Louis, loading up after dinner. My husband had his usual armful of leftovers, waterbottle, diaper bag, etc, and we both set to putting the kids in opposite sides of the car. A Rastifarian dude and a couple friends sauntered by as we were wrapping up, and they were just sort of hanging out, watching us. I was disconcerted by it, as they looked a bit stoned.
After we were all in and getting ready to pull out of the tight parallel spot, the Dude waved frantically at us and I rolled down my window. He came towards my son's door, and reached up... pulling the leftovers off the top of the car. I laughed and thanked him as I took it, and he reached up and pulled the waterbottle and diaper bag off the top, as well. My husband was beet red. We thanked him profusely and again tried to leave, but he stepped into the parking place and out into the street to stop traffic so we could get out. It was hilarious! |
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OK, an ice story now.
Before basketball games in high school, we used to go out and fill the car with booze (trunk) One day we were out in the farmer's field - doing donuts on the frozen ponds. The 1976 Cutlass Supreme suddenly dropped, and stopped. We had to roll down the windows to climb out. The ice had broken. It was only about 16" deep, but no way to get the car out. We hitched to town, booze in the backpacks, and made it to the bus just in time... Watched the game, and then friends drove us to the farmer's field. We were all pretty tipsy now, so a bunch of us got out - mostly football guys - and proceeded to rock the car and lift it until we told my girlfriend to "gun it"! She did, but my glove got caught under the rear bumper, and she dragged me 1/4 mile behind the Cutlass, through the snow, and over the corn fields. Finally stopping, I got uncaught and proceeded to laugh so hard, I wet myself. Common thread in these stories? ![]() All true, crazy 70's life, growing up in PA! |
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