They dropped my Buffalo delivery off of
this load, so I ended up with a straight shot to Riverdale, New
Jersey before making my final push into Charlestown, New Hampshire, where I am parked tonight in my customers parking lot awaiting the
morning's rush of employees, coming in to work, so that I can get this
final piece of freight off of my truck. Everything I had on this
load, but for this one last bundle, was delivered earlier today at
the Camfil facility in Riverdale, New Jersey.
I took advantage of a provision in the
FMCSA regulations called the split sleeper berth rule to work a
little magic with my clock today so that I could get the most
accomplished. I'm not going to bore you with how this rule works
because it is so confusing that I'm not sure I could explain it with
enough clarity for a non-truck driver to comprehend. The truth is
that most truck drivers don't ever attempt to take advantage of it
because they don't understand it, and it's also true that a lot of
truck drivers don't even know the rule exists. The last time I
advantageously utilized this provision I got a call from my
dispatcher the very next morning telling me it was brilliant. It
really wasn't all that smart, but when you are dispatching a bunch of
other drivers who are constantly complaining about the restrictions
of the clock not allowing them to get enough done so they can make a
dollar, it probably seems brilliant at the time.
Basically it allowed me to not have to
take a full ten hour break after driving through the night last night
which let me get to Riverdale in time to get unloaded today, and then
after taking a two hour break at Riverdale it gave me enough time to
run through New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Vermont while
arriving at Charlestown New Hampshire in time to shut down before my
legal working hours were over for the day. Had I taken a full ten
hour break last night I would have been late getting to Riverdale
before they stopped receiving for the day, and that would have put
both their delivery, and this one in New Hampshire, off for another
day. This allows me to turn in my paperwork for this job in time for
it to go on this weeks pay period which adds a little more than 1,500
miles on to this week's pay, and it also allows me to get a jump
ahead onto the next pay period's work load.
Here's a look at Julio Quinonis, the
friendly fork lift operator, as he unloads my truck while at Riverdale.
The folks up here pronounce the name of
their state as “New Hamshah”. Every time I come here, after just
a brief amount of conversation with them, they will always ask me
where I'm from. Then after I proudly tell them I'm from the great
state of Texas they will usually say something like, “Oh that
explains it.” I've always thought it was a reference to my hat
that I'm usually wearing, but today I wore a toboggan much like many
of them wear, but they still went through the same verbal exchange with
me. One of these days I'm going to figuah out what it is that makes
it so obvious that I'm not from around these pahts!
I never thought I had an accent until college, when, ironically, I got teased by my cross country teammates of having a Southern accent, in the South! This by a friend from Maine, and another from Connecticut.
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