My summer job after I got my license was that of gopher on a house construction gang, and twice a day I was sent down the 10 mile hill into town to get refreshments for the crew in a well worn dump truck with a very loose front end.
Unlike the forgiving VW transmission where you didn't need a clutch to switch forward gears, this brute required double clutching and constant attention to keep the veering down to somewhat acceptable levels. One huge benefit was the way other cars would scatter as I approached!
Years later I had recurring dreams of me commuting on the Southeast Expressway while the traffic parted like the Red Sea.
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My summer job after I got my license was that of gopher on a house construction gang, and twice a day I was sent down the 10 mile hill into town to get refreshments for the crew in a well worn dump truck with a very loose front end.
Unlike the forgiving VW transmission where you didn't need a clutch to switch forward gears, this brute required double clutching and constant attention to keep the veering down to somewhat acceptable levels. One huge benefit was the way other cars would scatter as I approached!
Years later I had recurring dreams of me commuting on the Southeast Expressway while the traffic parted like the Red Sea.
