For harvest crew, everything that could go wrong, did
We were moving from Weatherford, Oklahoma, to Plains, Kansas, in 1964, with four trucks and four combines, a pickup, house trailer and crew trailer. Everything was going smooth until I heard a new rattle on my outfit. I pulled over and before I got stopped, Arnie, who always followed behind me, went right on by. Arnie was always supposed to be last because he had the only truck with air brakes and air hose with quick connects to an air tank, in case anybody had tire trouble.
If he would have stopped, we probably could have aired up my flat header trailer tire and made it the last 20 miles to Plains. At the least, he could have called on the…
