As we wrap up the year, we thought it would be great to bring back an old feature we used to have: Stories at the Dock.
Have some funny, spooky, or simply wild tales to tell? We want to hear it! Who knows, it could get posted in a future version of Stories at the Dock!
Today, we’ll start with some fun tales we found on various forums online. If you need a smile, you won’t want to miss this!
What Time is It?
After running hard a couple of days, I pulled onto a get on ramp on I-70 in Kansas for a short power nap about 1 hour before sunset. I got into the sleeper and left the curtain open a little. Just as the sun was on the horizon, I woke up thinking I’d slept all night, and this was sunrise, and I was late!
I jumped into the driver’s seat barefooted and started hauling ###, it took a few miles for me to compute, I was heading westbound into a SETTING SUN, and I hadn’t slept all nite!
Where Did it Go?
I’m far from a paranormal believer. A skeptic at best, but probably closer to a non-believer. Heading East over it a couple days ago, about a mile past the exit sign that reads ‘Deadman’s Pass’, I saw an older trailer in front of me. It was around midnight. It was three-quarters of a mile or so up ahead — close enough I want to keep a fairly close watch coming up to a downgrade.
It topped the hill and I never saw it again. I’m 99% sure it was just a little road psychosis/fatigue playing a part after hours of night driving across I-84, but it seemed odd. Anyone who’s been down cabbage knows there’s no quick way to disappear. Barely any exits, and almost zero traffic that late to get intermingled with.
I was making a delivery and was crossing the train tracks in an unfamiliar town. Along the tracks were those cone-shaped pine trees used as wind breakers or privacy walls. I couldn’t see through them at all they were so thick.
Slowly I crossed the tracks. There were no red lights flashing, the oncoming traffic was blasting through there, and I had no reason to believe it wasn’t safe to cross.
Needless to say, I began crossing the tracks. Immediately past the trees I looked left and saw a train, with its light on, coming at me from about 40 yards away! I could feel the engine thumping.
I gunned it! In an automatic this means you go nowhere fast.
Fortunately for me I made it. Barely!
I looked back over my shoulder and saw that it was a stupid rail yard and they were doing a turnaround and had parked that train there out of the way.
In other words, I was almost hit by a parked train I didn’t see causing me to scream like a little girl.
Crossing the Road
My mom was driving through Arizona when she saw what she thought was leaves blowing across the road in the distance. This puzzled her since there’s mostly pine trees in northern Arizona.
When she finally got to the “leaves” she realized that they were migrating tarantulas, 1000’s of them. There were so many of them that her truck was sliding on their guts so she had to slow down. She stopped at the first truck stop and told her co-driver to fuel up (he was sleeping at the time) because she wasn’t going to step foot outside after what she just saw.
Her co-driver was pissed since it was technically his time off, and he thought she was crazy, until he saw the tarantula guts and legs caked in the inside wheel well of the truck.
Was driving north through the mountains of Colorado towards Pueblo, and it was my first time dealing with anything like the Rocky Mountains so I was taking it nice and slow with my hazards on and in the right lane. This was in the spring, and there wasn’t much snow on the ground aside from a light dusting.
I remember passing another truck pulled to the shoulder on my way up, nothing out of the ordinary. However, as I was heading down the mountain (which can be scary as shit in an 18-wheeler, trust me) I saw the same truck I passed earlier FLY by me in the left hand lane. Now being passed on the left going DOWNHILL in the ROCKY MOUNTAINS by another TRACTOR TRAILER is crazy enough, but what really makes this story is this guy’s trailer brakes were on fire. He was pulling a load (could tell because the trailer was sealed) and if you know anything about trucks you know there’s only so much braking you’re supposed to do before they overheat and, worst-case, catch fire.
This guy’s truck looked like a f***ing comet as he sped down the mountain at what I thought was a surely to be deadly pace.
I grabbed the mic to the radio and called out to him, “Hey Driver! Your brakes are on fire! I mean literally on fire!”
This rough and weathered-sounding voice comes back over the speaker of my radio and says, cool as a cucumber, “I know.”
And he disappeared around a curve.
I never saw any wrecked truck, emergency crews, or even mention of an accident over the radio.
I did see a discarded fire extinguisher on the ground at the base of the mountain though.
Those are the stories we found — can you beat them? We’d love to hear from you! Send your stories to us on our Facebook page or through email.
Have a great holiday and New Year’s Day!