Trucks

If you don't like to drive On the road with a truck, Then on certain roads, You'll be out of luck. If the road is the plate And the trucks are the bread, You may start to feel Like the sandwich spread. But no matter the speed That you like to go, When you're stuck with a truck You will both go slow. Still the rules of the road Mean that while you drive, You defer to the trucks So you'll stay alive!

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Robert Johnson

Date: 6/10/2015 8:32:00 PM

Truckers rule, no time for school. Before you go, you'd better know. Plenty of space will win that race. Slow down, speed up, keep your own pace. Don't lolly gag around that rig. Or you'll find out, they're VERY BIG.

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 6/4/2015 2:34:00 AM

G'day Ilene... enjoyed your wise lines again Ilene. Came across a road train in the middle of nowhere once carrying wool bales. Parked twenty yards off the road to let it pass, as it appeared to sway right across the road - Ta Ilene - Lindsay

Jan Allison

Date: 6/4/2015 1:54:00 AM

wise words indeed with your wonderful humourous touch:-) Hugs jan xx