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| One year when we were cutting down at Frederick, Ok. I had two identical twin boys working for me, and they were driving my two identical twin trucks. On the first day that the wheat got dry and all the harvesters got going the line at the elevator was getting pretty long. The elevator manager could not figure out how, what he thought was my one truck, was going through the line so fast. He came out and talked to one of my drivers and told him that he better stop cutting in line, because the other truckers could get upset. My driver had to explain to him that he was not cutting in line and that he had a twin brother driving another truck that was just like the one he was driving. I started putting numbers on my trucks after that. | |
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