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My Dad was a Trucker and told me that he was taking a short cut which landed him on a dirt road in Iowa. He had to make the turn because there was a bridge with too low a weight rating on the sign which didn't match what his Trucker's Atlas stated, hence the route. Anyways he is going slow down this dirt road and some dude who was what he thought was an Albino stepped out of the corn trying to flag him down. Now he ain't scared of much, but being a prior felon he could pack a gun (how things have changed), so all he had was his trusty "Tire Knocker" and several large zip ties (for hijacker's necks) as his defenses. So he slows down because he has a very helpful nature and rolls down his window. As the guy is feeding him some bullshit story he notices hooded figures walking out of the corn on both sides of the road and the Albino starts shrieking wilding and saying kill him! He slams it into gear as they start to bum rush towards the truck and lays on his horn punching it. He said he thought at first he might have ran over several of them but couldn't find any blood on his rig after making it to a truckstop. He said he did wash his truck down just in case in the daylight something might show up at his delivery site but he didn't care at that point because of what the guy said. Just a creepy ass Trucker's story, but my Dad never told tall tales ever. He was a Truth Loving Christian Hippie.