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[title] => Roads are closed
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[bodytext] => Us truckers know the name of the game. When it comes to winter time. It is the little game we play beg or borrow another hill to climb. Now Ms Winter paid us attention and dusted the earth with crystal dust. By glint a snowy wonder land the roads is what we do not trust. This motel room has become a friend. A place to hunker down. Now the big posts are up the roads are closed right now. California has become our spot, now for several days. Portland seems so far so far yet we are not that far away. The truck stop next door is packed up to the hilt. The motel is getting loaded with truckers who want to call it quits. So we are all in the same boat, or out of the truckers luck per say. We are stranded on the Caly side wont be making it up I-5 again this day. Ice and snow and freezing rain. The interstates all closed. Has the truckers in a bind Christmas is getting close. It is the game we play. Oh Ms Winter we love you so. We ask you one little favor honey let up on that pretty snow. We may need to find a different route so we can all glide past those big hills. If we cannot get a rolling soon we are calling Rudolph and Old Saint Nick. Greeting from the Days Inn in Corning, California. Wont be leaving tonight its shut down. Hugs Michelle [comments] => 4 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 43 [informant] => shelby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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