Got back in the '36 at 4:31 and had a parade of fellow employee's line up to here it run. Warmed it up and took off with about 12 smiles giving me the thumbs up. Went through town at rush hour and everything went great. People staring from thier imports and smiling. Got out on the Hwy. for the 27 mile run home and it became apparent that I had just entered a '36 1.5 ton truck in a NASCAR event. Cars pilled up behind me as I kept it at 45-50 mph. I pulled over 3 times to let the pack around, and started again. I found out it's better to just let them pass when they can because it takes me a long time to get going again. It was actually quite the mental work-out trying not to blow the shifts and remain calm and cool. The truck ran flawlessly and never got above 170 degrees. It's hard to believe how fast paced our world is, and patience for things that don't keep up with it is very thin. I had a chance to go back in time and it was a real eye opener. Bless those old truckers from the past with small cramped cabs and no shocks!!!. Like I said before, one of the best all around experiances in my adult life.
