WHAT GREAT STORIES, DAVE!!!! Jeez, bro, you HAVE to write a book one day. These stories are just so great!!!!!!!

And I can't wait to see these pictures.

I have a few to share, as well, but I have been so darned busy here lately, I just haven't had the time to sit down and do it! I will, though, I promise....

 

I am writtin' a book Bro.
I am printing out each and every one and putting them in a file folder.
Maybe,.... one day,...... my kids, or G-kids will like to read them.

 

Well Scotty, your recent vid brought this to mind......
Magic Carpet Ride.....
Back in the days of High School, 3 friends and I worked at Sugar Bowl ski area on the top of Donner Summit. To get from the parkin' lot to the lodge, we had to take a tram that crossed over some railroad tracks and a canyon.
Each Sat mornin', we'd get in a gondola,fire up a...uh...(well, I never inhaled ) and what song do ya think was playin' on our radio?, every Sat morn?....."Magic Carpet Ride". The thing that got us all jazzed up was that the tram wasnamed, "The Magic Carpet".
We'd sing at the top of our lungs, and laugh our ***** off, all the way across the canyon.
All of the runs were named after Disney charactors, Mickey Mouse, Minnie, Donald Duck and a few others. We fit right in, 'cause we were a "Goofy " bunch!
Workin' the ski areas was my first job dealin' with "The Public". I gained a real distaste for tourists, it was always me, me, me, and everybody else was at least 4th class. [:@]

 

I served my apprenticeship with Painter's Local #79 in the early eighties and over the last twenty yearshave twice had the outside of my truck look like this, thru no fault of my own; both times it was some a$$hole apprentice not paying attention.

Makes me remember a few years back we were building a prison in Hobbs, NM, one of those privately run contracted prisons, Wackensomebody. The general contractor got two pods, the kitchen, and gym up and even though we had 3 more pods to go, Wackensomebody staffed the place up and started renting out rooms. Let me tell you, Hobbs is about as far in the southeast corner of the state as you can get, in oilfield country and the fields were in a downturn at that time; when they hung out a hiring sign, they cleaned out the local Wal-Mart labor pool.

Shear stupidity has never looked so scary. They had "guards" walking the roof overlooking the excersize yard with shotguns, one of them accidently discharged into and killed an air handling unit. The owners reps wanted it replaced under the one year warrenty clause.

H2 & I were on the roof one day and watched the two truck mobile patrol outside the fence pull up next to each other and pass the shotgun thru the windows of the vehicles, loaded mind you, barrel first.

I had to go into the "secured" part of the job one day and the escort they gave me to be in charge of the keys was 20, female, 5'-2", 120lbs. Perfect for Friday night at the bar with the crew in town, but she wouldn't have stood up to a rush on the sale table at Macy's, much less a prison. Comes about lunch and Miss Priss leads the way back to the cantina, everybody stopping her to say her boss was hunting for her. He found her half way thru lunch, takes her out into the hall to talk, she comes back in and casually sits down. I asked what that was about, she says "They wanted to check were we are, the riot is supposed to start at 2:00". Folks, I was on my feet, lunch tray in hand and moving towards the door leading to the outside world before she drew her next breath, with her calm cow eyes following my every move as she ate.

The recreational director was such a nice guy,another local hire, he would bring some of the trustie inmates burritos from town. Showed he was dumber that guys on the inside when the drug sniffing dogs at the entrance busted him for putting bags ofhash in the food.

Stupidity is rampant and infectious, try to stay away from it if at all possible!!!If that doesn't work, try bleach!!

hhhmmmmmm, I'm feeling a little off now myself , it maybe too late..............

 

Killed the air handler!
Great story Toots!
I can't believe how many people of ....uh....."Questionable compitence", that law enforcement allows to carry weapons.
I approached an officer one time, and asked him why he carried a 9mm. He said that itcould carry more bullits. Personally, give me a 357 wheel gun. Great stopping power,.....and ......I can hit what I'm aiming at.

When I first started hunting, my Dad gave me just two shells. I asked,
"why two"? Dad told me that the first one, was just to get them running.

 

I just love this thread!!! Thanks you guys.... please keep 'em comin'! I'd read your books, any day of the week!

 

Starship...
Heres one for you. I was on the road in 90 with Garth Brooks. We pulled into the Mid-State California Fair at I think Paso Robles. Being that it was a big state fair, Maryland Sound out of LA provided the house speakers, so we were in for a pretty easy day. We pulled our house consoles, monitor rig and staging and had it set in a few hours. Garth had a real problem of getting "over excited" during his performances... really took to running all over the stage. I didn't really mind it too much, it usually made for a good show. But... when he started jumping off some of the bands risers... the stage right keyboard riser which was about 6' tall for instance... and swinging like Tarzan on all the speaker cables that went up to the speaker array that was flown, lets just say I took offense.
Now... being the polite guy that I am, I asked him to stop. I explained to him that them there cables is where his voice went through to get to them speakers... and if he broke them... his voice would not come out. I thought I was being plain enough... but sure enough... halfway through the first show of the day... Garth went swingin'. We had about a 3 hour break between show's... and that's when the Vaseline came out.
Shoulda seen his face in the second show when he jumped, slipped and landed square on his ***. I had 2 stagehands standing there, 1 with a rag to wipe his hands, and 1 with a can of white spray paint to do an outline of his cowboy hat laying on the ground. He never did that again...
You know... you shouldn't ask me for these... some road stories can get you dee-vorced.
Later
Wedge
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That's funny as hell Wedge! Great story!!!

When I first got started in the biz, I was lead spot op. Had one heck of a time chasin' some 'tainers around the stage.

My pet peave, was when someone would go up to a mic on stage, and "TAP" on it, to see if it worked. [:@]I'd come over my mic and say, "What the Fluck, think I don't know my job? Do that again and it WON'T work, I'll see to that"!
They didn't seem to realize that the sound tech can make or break a show.
I'm sure ya know what I mean.
When people would cheer at a concert, I took that as personal satisfaction, they got the sound they liked.
You and I Bro, think about it, we made stars, "STARS"! [sm=icon_rock.gif]

 

What a KILLER story!! Bwaaaaaaahahahaha!!! Clever way to "modify his behaviour", that's for sure!

 

"Dropped stuff nightmares".......here's one.....

I'm cruisin' along in my '70 SS 454, Heavy Chevy, Chevelle, only doin' about 50 mph, when suddenly, BANG! The rear of the car jumped about 5 ft into the air. I looked into the rear veiw mirror, just in time to see my driveshaft flippin' end over end, out over a fence and into a field. I stopped the car, retrieved the shaft and stuck it in the trunk. It had acted like a pole vault,and thrown the car into the air.
I had to walk about 3 miles back to town.
When I got the car back to my bud's shop, we put it on a lift. After inspectingfor dammage, I found a spiral crack in the tranny case from the tail to the bell housing. The crack made a full twist from end to end. All I could figure, is that the front universal joint let go.
I took the in'erds and put them in a new case. The drive shaft was bent too bad to be re-used.It had dug a chunk out ot the pavement about 3 inches wide and a foot long, and snapped the rear universal out of the yoke on the shaft.
I still have the tranny, an M-22 Rockcrusher.