My spikes looked cool til one my fellow workers decided to break them off. I was hoping they'd sling off and spear something..
I quit counting the wrecks that day after 53..

I was close to being involved in about 40 of those.

After a while, in that type of weather, the really dumb ones crash out and the rest get serious about going on their merry way.
Another bad deal about that rig is that it is a single axle dump truck. Single axles ( a total of two axles ) will get really stupid on you in a heart beat on an icy road.
Since I've got over 3 million miles in trucks, I got the dangerous rig.

This year, I get a brand new tandem axle dump with a gas powered sander on it. Up to now we've had PTO ( power take-off from the tranny) hydraulic rigs. PAIN IN THE ARSE is an understatement.
I used to have some picture of an old Peterbuilt that I drove through 400 miles of rain and 12°F temps. That trip took 20 hours. The truck had over 15,000 lbs of of airframe ice! I had spent 3 weeks in Montana and Wyoming prior to that trip. The weather never got over 25°F in those three weeks. That old Pete was cold soaked and every bit of water that hit any part that wasn't heated froze solid. I could turn the steering axle wheels about two inches to the left or right of center before the ice build up locked up the steering.
I stopped in a little town in the TX panhandle named Dumas to get my thermos re-filled and take some more medicine ( DOPE). I fell down twice trying to walk across the road I'd been driving on. If I hadn't hadn't had a nose full of dope..

I'd have probably stopped an dwaited out the storm. However, my judgement was affected by crank and I had Fort Worth on my mind..
Those were the days.....
