Eight years ago this month.
A long day on the road was nearly over. Starting in Indianapolis, Indiana, I had about 100 miles to go, I was going to stop just West of Omaha, Nebraska at the Flying J in Gretna.
I was in my first truck, Monstro's big brother, Blue. I had a load of electric forklifts, loaded in Richmond, Virginia, headed for Vancouver, Canada, via our yard in Arlington, Washington.
I was about 3/4 of the way cross Iowa, when not one, but two of the 8 tires on my wagon exploded, the rear left pair. Ripped the mudflap off, blew out the taillights and ripped the wiring to shreds, and bent the trailer up a bit.
Oh, and it was a Friday,
At about 7:30PM.
In Adair, Iowa.
Population 781.
And they were all at home, having a nice dinner, enjoying the end of a busy week in America's Heartland.
After a significant delay, I managed to get a guy to forgo an evening with friends, tossing back Budweiser, and playing pool to get dirty replacing my two shredded tires.
While waiting I pulled my trusty K10D out and snapped off some shots.
It took two jacks to lift the trailer. I think the airbag suspension was trying to self level, and when he jacked the trailer frame up the airbags fought back.
After the tires were fixed I drove another 75 miles to Council Bluffs, Iowa to the TA, a 24 hour truck stop with a shop, and got the lighting repaired.
Then I called it a day.
And so did my K10D.