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I'm at the TA in Eaton, OH and running low on hours, which on the one hand is kind of a cool problem to have, I've been on a pretty good roll. On the other hand, I wish I wasn't having the problem so close to the weekend.

OVM, a big "get well soon" to the better half. I've always been, and always will be, a dog person.

Ban the van!! (Ha, ha, beat you to it!!) Edit: Oh well, guess I kind of didn't.

Yes, the "free and clear" ones so I don't break out in a rash. Is this random question week or something?

Franklin, Tn. TA doing laundry and waiting to pick up.

I hear that human face is becoming a popular delicacy. Kinda makes you wonder what all the fuss is about.

From the mouths of babes... (I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.)

He'll be here all week ladies and gentlemen.... Don't forget to tip your waitress. wahka, wahka, wahka...

London, Oh. TA

What BS is that? What, specifically, would you sue them for? What clause in the contract did they violate?

Oak Grove, Ky. Flying J.

How incredibly stupid is that? Driving around with your log book out of whack during road check? That's one of those "makes you wonder about the state of the human race" deals.

Stale?!!? I take great umbridge to that characterzation of my brew of choice! It's the king of beers, the great American lager. A little respect please...

The tag needs to be where the state the truck is registered in requires it.

"The walrus was Paul." That says it all, we can now get back on topic.

The thing I've found with the frontage roads, they're sometimes one way and sometimes not, and it's not always as obvious as it should be.

It's an obscure northern Ontario dialect. I think he slips into it when he's had too much Molsons and poutine.

That's good advice from John. I just have to chuckle at the guys who take the week off. If you properly maintain your truck so that it will pass a level 1, what's the problem? I guess they don't do that... Seriously, it's just a level 1 inspection. I've got a stack of 'em in my permit book and...

I came up with a dish like those back in the '90s when my kids would come over for dinner. Seasoned home fried potatoes and slices of smoked sausage, smothered in chili. I call it the chili dish.

(Highway Star posts with great care as he's all too aware of the new moderator with the flat top haircut, spit shined boots and AK-47 watching over his shoulder.) I'm in West Henrietta, NY. (How'd I do?)