Truck Drivers Shared 35 Of Their Most Memorable Incidents While On The Road

My dad was working as a driver that would just do short runs for different companies whenever they needed someone bad. He got called to run a truck out to some research facility (I honestly forget where. I was like 8). He gets there and the trailer has a refer set to freezing. He's given very specific instructions. Don't stop. If you break down call this # immediately. Any problems. Call this #. Bla bla. He said it felt like he was on a secret mission. They didn't tell him what exactly was in the truck but he knew it didn't weigh anything. He gets to where he's going and they unload. It was fu**king bodies. Like when you donate your bodies to science. He claims there was only 2 in the entire trailer.

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 sh*t 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 [wild] 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*cking 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!"

After a few seconds of static, a 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...

I did see a discarded fire extinguisher on the ground at the base of the mountain though.

One of the guys at the company I work with got into a lot of trouble because he had a blow up doll in the passenger seat buckled in and everything.

My cousin's a long haul driver and he reckons the scariest thing he's ever seen was his own rig on fire.

He was driving at night somewhere in the northwest of Australia when he saw some sparks in his passenger wing mirror. He stopped to check it out and saw that the rim of one of his rear wheels was glowing red hot because "the wheel bearing had sh*t itself".

Before he could even think, the tyres burst into flames. He was unable to reach the fire extinguisher because of the flames so he had to call the fire brigade and stand back. The prime mover and semi trailer full of watermelon were engulfed by flames within a minute or two and by the time the firies showed up they were completely [gone].

My Grandma (turns 100 in June this year) likes to tell this story about my Grandfather.

They owned a farm and would deliver produce all over. Grandpa would load up a truck (I'm guessing something like a big 2-ton flatbed) and make deliveries from their home in southeastern Minnesota to Milwaukee, Madison, but most notably Chicago.

During prohibition, while making a big delivery to Chicago, he got stopped by a bunch of gangsters in the city. Held at gunpoint while they made sure he wasn't hauling moonshine. When they confirmed it was just produce, he was allowed to go on his way. Turns out they were Al Capone's men.

One of my favorite stories of my grandpa. He was always known as being a badass like all grandpas are. So my grandpa was a trucker after Vietnam. He got a flat and when he went to change it he couldn't get one of the lug nuts off and he put his whole strength into trying to get it off. He tried so hard he broke the tire iron and when it broke, the tire iron hit his shin breaking his leg in half. The bone was sticking out and stuff too. The time was near midnight and there were barely any cars on the road so he had to throw rocks at traffic until someone stopped and took him to the hospital.

Delivering in Compton (yes that Compton) and witnessing a rather slow meandering police chase involving an obviously chemically altered man in a stolen backhoe. Im not dure he knew exactly how to drive it but he (seemingly unintentionally) kept running into objects and parked cars and seemed surprised every time. Went on for about 10 minutes.

Not a trucker, but a neighbour of mine's son was. One night he was parked up asleep in his cab and someone stole his load. Then they set fire to the truck with him in it still asleep.

He didn't get out in time.

My dad is a truck driver, he doesnt do really long hauls but just around town, so he was hauling gravel trains, so he had 2 trailers on. But he was also following another person who was hauling the same thing(sand) but as he was going along they were coming up to a curve and there was a guy standing on the side of the road. Sadly the guy decided he wanted to take his life so he dived infront of the truck (not my dads but the guy he was following) So my dad just saw all the splatter from the aftermath(you can imagine being run over by an 18 wheeler), but also he had to drive the truck to the police station for a investigation afterwards since the actual driver was pretty shaken up. And about a week later they found the guys car left in a parking lot with a sucide note inside of it.

I was on my fathers Boar's Head truck about 12 years ago in Brooklyn, I was about 14 years old at the time. I was working over the summer with him to make some money to build a computer and buy a hockey stick (priorities man!), anyway, we were at a deli (Mile End's I think was the name), and my dad was unloading some cheese and meet onto the handtruck while I got paperwork out of the cab. I opened the passenger door and there is a homeless man rummaging through the milk crate my dad kept his lunch and radio in. I didn't even hesitate, I gave the man my bologna and cheese sandwich. (Fresh italian bread, fresh provolone, bologna and f****n' heaps of miracle whip, from the previous deli we delivered too, basically the best, most freshest f****n' bologna and cheese ever.) He took it and slowly closed the door and walked away...my dad didn't believe me when I told him, and thought I was just trying to get half of his lunch. My mom called my dad a f****n' a*****e that night and didn't want me working on his truck anymore. Needless to say I was there the next day.

My favourite was a story I was told about a guy driving in Germany with a girl in the passenger seat (frowned upon, but you can get away with it, also she was a friend, not a h**ker) when she decides she will lay in the bed. Now that's illegal since if the truck crashes, there's no safety belt. The bed was above the cabin. Few minutes later the driver misses a roadwork and crashes the truck on the right front side. Passenger seat gone. Girl saved her life.

I've seen fist fights at the fuel islands. Over people not pulling up (a big deal for us drivers).

Had an RV crawl up alongside me once in Indiana. I have a habit of looking over when folks get up along side me to check and see if they are paying attention to the road or their phone or dozing off... Anyway, I glance over to see how old this couple in this rv may be. I was surprised to find the driver was maybe 30, tops. He looks over and smiles and as sure as God's got sandals the next second later a young naked woman is bent over the passenger side of the dash and is being, um, acted upon by another young naked woman with what appears to be a horse shaped and sized d***o. Having seen this p***o before, I clicked the cruise back a notch or two and let them go on.

I was in deep south Texas coming out of Laredo. A Mexican truck (you can spot one easy when you know what to look for) starts coming up along side me. He gets up next to me and no one is at the wheel. I see two straps on the wheel and can only assume the dude was attempting to drive from the sleeper with a set of reigns. I backed way off and let them get on up ahead of me. Saw them (three of these assclowns in one truck) later at the border check on 35 in cuffs.

I was running on Kansas highway 96 out of Great Bend early one morning. Dawn was just peeking over the horizon back to the east. I rounded the curve out of town heading west when I see Bambi and the gang crossing the road. Must have about 12 or more of them. I get up in the middle of the road and lay on the air horn. They stop crossing, but they all start running along on both side of the road in the direction I'm going. I get back on the throttle and just as I come up on the group, I see two of the deer on the north side deciding they now want to join the group on the south side. Reflexes kicked in and I jumped into the oncoming lane to avoid them. I saw ones face clear as day as my fender and door went past him. He didn't hit the front corner of my trailer or my drives, luckily. However, he did hit his head on the side of my trailer. It must have been enough to daze him as I watch him fall and get hit by my back hopper on the side. He went under my trailer tandems where he exploded. I was over gross weight so he didn't stand a chance. I pulled over about a mile up the road where it was wide enough to do so (two lane) and went to look over my trailer. I didn't see any marks on my trailer or hopper, nor anything much on the trailer tandems. The only thing left was a tuft of fur or two and blood dripping off both mudflap. RIP R****d Bambi.

My brother is a trucker, and a while ago near where we live, a trucker he knew was driving down a two-lane rural road at night/late evening and got a call in on the CB about a guy purposefully driving towards oncoming traffic in an area near him, and to keep an eye out for him. Eventually, he sees a car coming towards him, sure enough, weaving in and out of traffic trying to run into people. The people are dodging him left and right, and right as he gets in front of the semi, the trucker saw the guy smiling in his headlights...

The trucker was hurt bad (I think he lived through it, but I'm not 100% sure, now that I think about it. My brother told me this a few years ago), but the guy who ran into him for sure [passed].

My BF is a trucker and he was on the highway somewhere in the northeast with a few other guys and this man in a sedan was making eyes at them and then proceeded to take out a di**o and curve it along the steering wheel and just held it there while he drove.

Crawfordsville, IN off I74. Was driving to a tournament with my team in college (rugby, and a bunch of us were from inner city Chicago so we had our heads about us). We needed dinner so stopped there to grab food. I don't think there was one normal thing on the whole town. People literally stared at our cars. The girl in the drive through (we were already too creeped out to stop to eat) had her hair in braids that stood up and looked like worms. The whole experience was just really strange. It felt like the beginning of a Stephen King novel, and both cars felt the same way without talking to each other. If you're from there, I hope your town isn't as creepy as it seemed.