oosik
Epic Contributor
It make me happy to see that our avatars are of good times and memories. I grew up in a small town where timber and lumber were king - Omak, WA. I can still hear the roar of the Jake brakes as a loaded log truck rounded the corner and came down Main St. One left turn - over the bridge on the Okanogan river - Biles-Coleman lumber mill was in sight.
I'm sure that the rattle of the Jake brakes, like my turn-out straight pipes on my Harley - irritated some. That sound and you know exactly what is coming - you NEVER pulled out ahead of a log truck. In all my years in Omak - there never was an accident involving a log truck. My Harley has brought many a driver to full attention as I passed by.
I'm sure that the rattle of the Jake brakes, like my turn-out straight pipes on my Harley - irritated some. That sound and you know exactly what is coming - you NEVER pulled out ahead of a log truck. In all my years in Omak - there never was an accident involving a log truck. My Harley has brought many a driver to full attention as I passed by.