I did Gloria, Bob, and Andrew in a tractor trailer.
I remember hiding out in the bunk of my truck from Andrew with the whole unit parked inside a truck wash facility that a friend of mine owned. Scary. I spent half the time relieved that I was in a building, and half the night scared that the building was going to come down on me and my truck.
Bob was easier. I just parked in a truck stop and slept it off. When it cleared my truck and I went to the beach. On my desk I have a picture of me and a big ole Peterbilt just getting some rays on the beach after the storm.
Gloria was the worst for me. I got caught on Long Island, empty and headed home when the storm caught up to me. Coming over the Throggs Neck Bridge the wind pushed me almost off the bridge. The wind was rocking the truck so hard that at times all the weheels were not on the ground. I had never before been so scared. I was just helpless. I never should have been on that bridge in that weather in the first place but the thought of being trapped only 3 hours from home made me keep driving. What a mistake. Then I got lucky. Another trucker who had a full load and was 40k lbs heavier than I was saw what I was going through and pulled up next to me on the windward side. Together we crept over the top of the bridge and down the other side.
I never got a chance to meet the guy or buy him a cup of coffee in thanks. Coming out of the toll booths he beared left to head south on 95 while I went to the right and north for home. I never saw his face as he always had the cab of his truck just a bit too far ahead of me to see him or her. I often wonder what he or she was thinking at the time. Or if it was just coincidence and the guy never even realized what he was doing for me.
