This is a story told to me by my brother, who used to drive transports.
It happened in mid October (17th actually) 1989, when he was driving into California to do a drop and then a vegetable pickup to bring to Canada. Because of local regulations, he parked in a truck holding area to go into the city at an early hour, then showered, ate and settled back into his sleeper to catch forty winks.
He told me he was just dozing off when he felt someone shaking his truck. Hard. For about twenty seconds.
Still a bit groggy, he climbed out of his cab to look around. The only thing he saw was a bunch of truckers trying to figure out who had been shaking their trucks.
Check the date. What became known as the “World Series Earthquake”, actually named the Loma Prieta Earthquake, had just struck the San Francisco Bay Area, demolishing freeways, disrupting transportation systems throughout the area and not incidentally, forcing the postponement of game three of the World Series for ten days.
For my brother, his memory was of all the truckers standing around in their boxing shorts, trying to figure out who had been shaking their trucks.
