Driving across 3 counties to the small town where I work, this morning, I saw sparks coming out from under a dump truck hauling a trailer (the size for putting heavy equipment on, like Caterpillars or tractors). Due to the nature of highways, I didn’t want to hit anybody or get hit by anybody in the act of flagging him down or get shot by shouting out my window, waving to get his attention.
I waited for any of the many stoplights to slow down enough to alert him but never could. It was clear what was happening: every bit of 2 or more feet of heavy chain had come loose and was dragging. You’d be surprised what one link of chain can produce in the form of sparks under a truck on a highway. -I’m not as that was a common ‘game’ as a child, dangle a chain through the hole in the floorboard of the farm truck and watch ’em fly! –Why did we have holes in the floorboard of the farm truck? Well, there were holes everywhere, including the gas tank! The passenger side door wouldn’t close. We had bungee cords on it but where you made a left turn, the right door flew up. -HAR!
You can’t imagine the sparks from 2-3 feet of links!
Finally, he turned off the highway in a town called High Ridge. Less than a half-mile later, I couldn’t freaking believe it: Sparks were flying out of a line on one of the power/ telephone poles in front of Valmart. -said like Dracula
Get to work and metaphorical sparks were flying as another coworker up and quit, ‘It’s too stressful there.’ No shit, Sparky!’