Wow, so much has happened this week that I'm not sure where to begin. First I'll tell you that I'm in Drums Pennsylvania right now and I'm taking a 34 hour break here at the Pilot truck stop. Now, here goes the story of how I got here.
I think last time I left you I was waiting to go into the port at Mobile Alabama with a load of I-beams. That actually went surprisingly well. Sometimes when I'm going to places that I never have been yet I just don't know what to expect. I'd been told by another truck driver while at the steel mill in Midlothian that it would be a struggle to get unloaded at the port because there would be so many trucks there to get unloaded. I got there about 7:00 am and after going through the truck traffic control office and getting all my paperwork verified by them I was allowed in to the port property and directed where to park and wait for further instruction. By the way, the only people allowed to enter these ports are those who have previously been issued a TWIC card. This is a plastic card with certain electronic information embedded in it issued to you by the department of Homeland Security. It requires a FBI background check of the cardholder, fingerprinting and various other government bureaucratic criteria. This is something I applied for early in my pursuit of this truck driving career, and am glad I have it because already I have delivered at two different ports. It allows me to be a more versatile, available, and valuable employee.
Okay, I think I got sidetracked, sorry about that. As it turns out, once I was inside the port, I'm like the fifth truck in a line that is continuing to lengthen very quickly behind me. After about two hours I'm unloaded and have all my tarps and chains and binders put up and I'm ready to roll again. So I send dispatch a message saying I'm empty. It takes a little longer than usual for them to respond so I go to the truck stop and wait on them. I'm there about thirty minutes when I get my orders which are for my very first "oversize" load. Now an oversize load is one that is not legal to drive on the highways without having special permits issued to you by each of the various states you'll be travelling through. I'm going through about nine different states to get this load to Greenwich, Connecticut. I pick up my load in Greenville, Alabama. As it turns out this load is some laminated wood trusses and beams built for a timber frame structure being constructed in a Greenwich park. I had to take special care with this load by providing rubber padding between the pieces and putting special foam padding under my straps where they made contact with the beams because all this wood is to be exposed in it's final resting place. What a challenge! But if you know me, then you'll realize that this is just the kind of thing I enjoy.
The load is 12' wide, and I've got to get all the way up into Connecticut without letting it get bumped or scratched on the way there. Another thing about these permitted loads is that you can only drive during daylight hours for obvious safety reasons. Also you have to travel on the route that the different states you're going through assign you to. Well, my route takes me across the George Washington Bridge in New York! I know you're probably not familiar with this, but the last time I had to cross this toll bridge I got hit twice by another eighteen wheeler, but there's no way you can stop and check on the damages, it is the craziest flow of vehicular traffic I've ever experience and to top it all off the lanes are really narrow and there must be ten thousand pot holes in the pavement. My New York permit also requires an escort. Well, apparently my company missed that part and after I tried to get on the bridge and found out I don't even fit through the toll gates I had to call 911 to get the police out there to stop the ridiculous traffic so I could back up and get out of the way. They have some special Port Authority Police for the George Washington Bridge because it spans on both the New Jersey side and the New York sides of the Hudson. About thirty officers showed up! I'm not kidding, it was like a circus, and they were not real happy with this rookie truck driver for making them come out there and deal with this problem. The first one on the scene was not nice at all and told me he was going to throw the book at me and starts naming off all these violations that I'd committed. It was from him that I learn that there is a special way to get on the bridge when you have a wide load - gee whiz! - somebody could have told me about this ahead of time and saved a lot of trouble. This same officer tells his commercial vehicle inspector underlings to look my truck over really good because he is going to write me enough tickets to make sure I never forget all the trouble I caused him.
I get backed up and out of the way over on a side street where I'm told to sit and do not move until I have my escort car there, and a commercial vehicle officer will be here in a moment to issue me my tickets. Well, a really friendly officer shows up and tells me that the powers that be have told him to write me up with as many violations as he can find, so he has to follow orders, but the only problem is he can't seem to find any thing that I actually did that was illegal. As it turns out, since I was still on the New Jersey side I wasn't legally bound to have my escort yet. Even though I have to have the escort to get on the bridge I never even really made it on the bridge so technically he doesn't think he could write me a ticket that will stand up in court. He also says that after thoroughly inspecting my load securement and truck he doesn't find any thing out of order, but he is under strict orders to write me up with anything he can find. He does notice that after I'd traveled all the way from Alabama to get there that the wind has stretched my "Oversize Load" sign a little so that is obstructing part of my license plate. So he will write me a ticket for that which is not considered a moving violation and I can just mail in the fifty bucks instead of having to appear before a New York magistrate. I think I let out a sigh that could have been heard in Texas when he finished telling me that.
I can't get through to anyone at my company because they are so busy all the lines are tied up, so I just handle lining up an escort service myself and after sitting for about four hours now I'm on my way across the Hudson on that very trying George Washington Bridge. By the way it cost my company a little more that $500.00 just to get that load across the bridge! Crazy isn't it - but that's life in New York. The really cool thing about crossing this time with the wide load on my truck is that the escorts blocked off all four lanes for me and I sailed through that thing without a care on my mind - what a relief! Also the escorts knew exactly where I needed to be as far as which lanes to be in all the rest of the way across the state until they dropped off at the Connecticut line. They would tell me in advance over the CB radio which lane they were blocking off for me to get over into and it made it so easy to maneuver through the state without any mishaps or damage to my sensitive cargo.
I keep trying to make this long story short, but it's not going too well, I keep remembering things about this trip that made it an unforgettable learning experience. I left out all the details of running through the other states and trying to park at truck stops with my wide load, but it has to be shortened because I just don't think I can hold your interest for that long.
The customer was thrilled to see me when I finally get there and they unload me with a smile on their faces at the condition their precious beams and trusses are in. Apparently they were having considerable anxiety about them while they were in transit. It's always good to see your customers so satisfied after you just went through all kinds of trouble that they don't even know about to get them their goods.
Well, it was about the end of the day on Friday when I got this ordeal over with and that makes it hard to get a load for the weekend, but my dispatcher came through for me. The only catch about this next load is I've got to go over to the Long Island area of New York to West Babylon! On top of the fact that I've got to pick up a load in a town with such an infamous name, it is a load of garbage that I'll be taking to Amsterdam, Ohio. Apparently they have so many people over here and no available land to use as a landfill so they have to ship their garbage out to other places. It was an interesting operation that I picked up at. They unload their garbage trucks inside big buildings where big front end loaders scoop it up and place it into very large trash compactors which bale it up and put in large bags that are then loaded onto trucks to go to other landfills at various parts of the country that are willing to accept it. So, I'm sitting here today in Drums, Pennsylvania taking a break while my truck is emitting a rather unpleasant odor. Oh well, I'm glad to have the load, and I was glad I could call my wife yesterday and tell her that I came out of Babylon today. Yes, I'll be glad to get this load off of my truck and off my mind. I'll update this lonely little blog as soon as I can.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
The River's Flow
Once again I've been staying at places that don't have a wifi connection, so another week has gone by without an update, but last night I stayed in Greenwood, LA at the Flying J truck stop so I'll try to take advantage of this opportunity to tell you about my travels.
After delivering my load of coiled re-bar in Milton, FL I was promptly dispatched to Calvert, AL where a 42,000 pound steel coil was waiting on me to get it safely delivered to Lavergne, TN. Since I drive a flat-bed truck most of what I pull behind me is headed to Industrial sites or manufacturing facilities, so I was surprised to see my next message sending me to Springfield, TN to get loaded with something headed to a Dollar Tree distribution center in Marietta, OK. Being familiar with the types of things that Dollar Tree sells I couldn't imagine what I'd be taking to their warehouse. These dispatch messages don't typically tell me what I'm getting loaded with, and I was curious all the way there until I got there and realized they were a manufacturer of warehouse shelving. So, even though the customer was a retailer I was still delivering an industrial product.
Have you ever thought about what it takes to get the $1.00 package of paper plates or plastic cups to the shelf of the store where you so conveniently go and purchase them? Well, it takes manufacturing facilities (often times over seas), and ships, and ports, railroad tracks, and trains, and trucks - lots of trucks, and warehouses, distribution centers, and more trucks, and then finally it takes the retail outlet itself with an individual person to unload the truck and set the product on the shelf so your little kid can have matching paper plates, cups, and napkins at their birthday party. Then you throw them away without even a thought of how many people had a hand and an effort in getting those things to you.
Like the continual flow of a river, freight moves across this country in and through some amazing facilities that are all designed to keep the American consumer satisfied. There are times that I can't tell if I'm actually part of the flow of that river or if I'm just a little speck of flotsam being carried along by the current. But at times I catch the flow of the current that carries me home and that's my favorite time on this river.
Some of these facilities that I go to are so huge it's almost hard to believe when you see them. There is an awful lot of investment and effort that goes into putting those $1.00 packages of party favors on the shelf for you to so conveniently pick up at the store just before your kid's birthday party.
After that I went to Idabell, OK and picked up a load of lumber headed to a truss manufacturer in Austin, TX. As I left out of Idabell around 5:30 in the morning I witnessed the new day being ushered in with the brief but endearing kiss of a beautiful sunrise. The heavens declare God's glory. Day after day He speaks down through the ages. He is the light of the world and His people will dwell with Him in a fair and glorious land that needs no sun or moon for He is the radiance and glory of Immanuel's land.
From Austin, TX I made my second visit to Gerdau Steel in Midlothian, TX to get 40,000 pounds of steel I-beams bound for the port in Mobile, AL. That's where I will be tonight waiting for a ship to dock there so we can unload them directly onto it. There will be long line of trucks there all with the same intention, so I'll be contending for a position up front so I don't have to wait a long time to get unloaded.
Well, I've got to get rolling, but I'll let you know how all that goes as soon as I can.
After delivering my load of coiled re-bar in Milton, FL I was promptly dispatched to Calvert, AL where a 42,000 pound steel coil was waiting on me to get it safely delivered to Lavergne, TN. Since I drive a flat-bed truck most of what I pull behind me is headed to Industrial sites or manufacturing facilities, so I was surprised to see my next message sending me to Springfield, TN to get loaded with something headed to a Dollar Tree distribution center in Marietta, OK. Being familiar with the types of things that Dollar Tree sells I couldn't imagine what I'd be taking to their warehouse. These dispatch messages don't typically tell me what I'm getting loaded with, and I was curious all the way there until I got there and realized they were a manufacturer of warehouse shelving. So, even though the customer was a retailer I was still delivering an industrial product.
Have you ever thought about what it takes to get the $1.00 package of paper plates or plastic cups to the shelf of the store where you so conveniently go and purchase them? Well, it takes manufacturing facilities (often times over seas), and ships, and ports, railroad tracks, and trains, and trucks - lots of trucks, and warehouses, distribution centers, and more trucks, and then finally it takes the retail outlet itself with an individual person to unload the truck and set the product on the shelf so your little kid can have matching paper plates, cups, and napkins at their birthday party. Then you throw them away without even a thought of how many people had a hand and an effort in getting those things to you.
Like the continual flow of a river, freight moves across this country in and through some amazing facilities that are all designed to keep the American consumer satisfied. There are times that I can't tell if I'm actually part of the flow of that river or if I'm just a little speck of flotsam being carried along by the current. But at times I catch the flow of the current that carries me home and that's my favorite time on this river.
Some of these facilities that I go to are so huge it's almost hard to believe when you see them. There is an awful lot of investment and effort that goes into putting those $1.00 packages of party favors on the shelf for you to so conveniently pick up at the store just before your kid's birthday party.
After that I went to Idabell, OK and picked up a load of lumber headed to a truss manufacturer in Austin, TX. As I left out of Idabell around 5:30 in the morning I witnessed the new day being ushered in with the brief but endearing kiss of a beautiful sunrise. The heavens declare God's glory. Day after day He speaks down through the ages. He is the light of the world and His people will dwell with Him in a fair and glorious land that needs no sun or moon for He is the radiance and glory of Immanuel's land.
From Austin, TX I made my second visit to Gerdau Steel in Midlothian, TX to get 40,000 pounds of steel I-beams bound for the port in Mobile, AL. That's where I will be tonight waiting for a ship to dock there so we can unload them directly onto it. There will be long line of trucks there all with the same intention, so I'll be contending for a position up front so I don't have to wait a long time to get unloaded.
Well, I've got to get rolling, but I'll let you know how all that goes as soon as I can.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
What's in a Name?
I've been really busy this past week and was not able to park anywhere that I could get internet service. Sometimes I'm pushing the clock so hard I just have to park at the best place possible, whether or not they have internet service is never part of my decision making process. I'm simply trying to move my load down the road as efficiently as possible.
Here's how this past week unfolded:
After unloading the shingles in Rochester, I was dispatched to Auburn, NY to get a load of steel going to Langhorne, PA. From there I picked up another load of shingles in Meyerstown, PA to be delivered to Bozrah, CT. Then I hightailed it over to Wallingford Connecticut to pick up a load of 18 rolls of coiled re-bar going down south to Milton, Florida. Isn't that something. The past two weeks I have worked my way up the east coast from Florida to New York, and then came right back down from there to Florida.
The traffic in these north east states is ridiculous. It can be excruciating trying to get 40 tons of rolling steel through the clogged up highways from D.C. up into Connecticut. I entertained myself on this arduous journey by writing down names of towns and streets that I saw that have some significance to my girls, my wife, and myself. Quite probably they won't mean anything to anyone else but them, but here they are. While passing through the towns of "Lime", "Bath", and "Brighton", I came across "Grace Church St.", "Wentworth Rd", and "Georgiana St.". I also drove through three different cities named "Middletown", and came across both a "Kimberly" and "Dale" street. Oh, yes I almost forgot, I spent Wednesday night in the parking lot of a truck driver friendly little restaurant named "Esther's".
Esther's was so quaint it made it quite enjoyable to be there. It reminded me of Johnny Caces in that all the employees there looked like they'd been working there for the last 40 years. They were all portly little old ladies with a cheerful air about them, and they each sported a nicely starched white uniform which was reminiscent of the "Harvey Girls".
One sees so many things when traveling like I do that you start forgetting most of them, but I remember seeing this quizzically comical arrangement of signs on one stretch of highway in Pennsylvania. I came upon a highway sign warning you to "Beware of aggressive divers in this area" and then just about fifty feet down the road from that one was another one that pictured an Amish horse and buggy on it! It just struck me funny.
One more thing I saw right next door to Esther's Restaurant was this old phone booth!
I haven't seen one of these in at least 35 years! It's hard to believe it's still in use, but it is.
I left Connecticut on Thursday morning and I arrived in Milton Florida on Saturday morning with enough time left over to take my 34 hour break and reset my clock for the next week. Saturday night I went down to the bay, which was just about fifteen minutes away from the Wal-Mart where I parked for the weekend, and listened to the waves gently roll in and get broken up into droplets as they landed on the rocky shores protecting the peninsula from the relentless wear and tear of their continual march.
The bright light of the sun slowly gave way to the filtering effect of the horizon as the evening made it's slow and gentle progression of time toward darkness, while I stood there wishing my wife were here to share this moment with me.
Here's how this past week unfolded:
After unloading the shingles in Rochester, I was dispatched to Auburn, NY to get a load of steel going to Langhorne, PA. From there I picked up another load of shingles in Meyerstown, PA to be delivered to Bozrah, CT. Then I hightailed it over to Wallingford Connecticut to pick up a load of 18 rolls of coiled re-bar going down south to Milton, Florida. Isn't that something. The past two weeks I have worked my way up the east coast from Florida to New York, and then came right back down from there to Florida.
The traffic in these north east states is ridiculous. It can be excruciating trying to get 40 tons of rolling steel through the clogged up highways from D.C. up into Connecticut. I entertained myself on this arduous journey by writing down names of towns and streets that I saw that have some significance to my girls, my wife, and myself. Quite probably they won't mean anything to anyone else but them, but here they are. While passing through the towns of "Lime", "Bath", and "Brighton", I came across "Grace Church St.", "Wentworth Rd", and "Georgiana St.". I also drove through three different cities named "Middletown", and came across both a "Kimberly" and "Dale" street. Oh, yes I almost forgot, I spent Wednesday night in the parking lot of a truck driver friendly little restaurant named "Esther's".
Esther's was so quaint it made it quite enjoyable to be there. It reminded me of Johnny Caces in that all the employees there looked like they'd been working there for the last 40 years. They were all portly little old ladies with a cheerful air about them, and they each sported a nicely starched white uniform which was reminiscent of the "Harvey Girls".
One sees so many things when traveling like I do that you start forgetting most of them, but I remember seeing this quizzically comical arrangement of signs on one stretch of highway in Pennsylvania. I came upon a highway sign warning you to "Beware of aggressive divers in this area" and then just about fifty feet down the road from that one was another one that pictured an Amish horse and buggy on it! It just struck me funny.
One more thing I saw right next door to Esther's Restaurant was this old phone booth!
I haven't seen one of these in at least 35 years! It's hard to believe it's still in use, but it is.
I left Connecticut on Thursday morning and I arrived in Milton Florida on Saturday morning with enough time left over to take my 34 hour break and reset my clock for the next week. Saturday night I went down to the bay, which was just about fifteen minutes away from the Wal-Mart where I parked for the weekend, and listened to the waves gently roll in and get broken up into droplets as they landed on the rocky shores protecting the peninsula from the relentless wear and tear of their continual march.
The bright light of the sun slowly gave way to the filtering effect of the horizon as the evening made it's slow and gentle progression of time toward darkness, while I stood there wishing my wife were here to share this moment with me.
As I turned to the east to go back to my rented car I notice the moon rising and shedding it's borrowed light over a weather worn beach house on the other side of the small peninsula.
Today I took the short drive over to Pensacola and strolled along the beach for some fresh air and exercise. I watched some people para-sailing out in the bay, and took a break under a pavilion that gave me some shade from the sun while a friendly waterfowl came up to me begging for a handout.
For the most part I've had a very busy work week, and a very nice break over the weekend to get me ready for another week of running this truck down the road, carrying the things that are needed to keep our economy moving and hopefully improving.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Resting in Rochester
I'm in Rochester New York today waiting for my Monday morning delivery. I got here Saturday around 2:00 in the afternoon so that I would have time to take a 34 hour break. That magic number of 34 hours is what allows a truck driver to re-set his hours on his 70 hour clock. It's kind of confusing, but it's a good thing to do because it allows you to run harder and get more miles accomplished, and if you have a good dispatcher, like I do, he's paying close attention to how you're managing your hours. When he sees that you are keeping time available he's more free to send you the good runs with lots of miles on them. Time management and math skills are very helpful to one's success in this field.
One thing a truck driver has is a lot of time to himself. I think it works against some of them - sometimes you can spend too much time thinking on things that will drive you crazy. I think of my dear wife often. I feel for her being there at home alone. I wish I could be there for her more often - I talk to her everyday but that's not the same as a tender embrace, or a shoulder to lay her head on. I miss looking into her beautiful eyes when we're talking, I miss the gentle touch of her hand. After thirty years of marriage just the touch of her hand still makes me weak in the knees and dizzy in my head. There's a sparkle in her eyes that I've never seen in anyone else's. Who can explain the feeling of affection between a man and his wife? Jane Austin spoke of a woman's "charms and allurements". Well, I'm not a Jane Austin expert, but I know there is no other woman on this earth that has ever even come close to "charming" me than my dear "Beloved". The mystery of her allurement cannot be explained by me, it's spiritual, it's pure, and it comes over me at times like a wave of fresh pure clean unadulterated emotion - it's a foretaste, if you will, of the unending pleasure and enjoyment we will have in eternity with the Bridegroom Who sought us and brought us into His kingdom.
Oh boy, you see what I mean about having too much time to think. I better stop this train of thought before I say something I'll be chastised about when I get home. Which brings up another thing about this crazy job - coming home. You look so forward to getting home, but it's hard to just jump right in there and assimilate your life right back into your family's life when you're gone most of the time. They have schedules and plans that don't include you - their lives have to go on without you while your gone and you just popping in for a few days doesn't really change that. It's something that causes many truck drivers problems at home - I've discovered a long list of divorced truck drivers that testify to this difficulty.
Okay, I've got to change gears here, I'm going into the realm of "TMI". I try to exercise and walk when I can out on the road. When I'm taking a 34 hour re-start like this weekend I have plenty of time to do that. Yesterday evening I took a lengthy and brisk walk here in a beautiful farming community and ended up back at the truck stop with this sunset taking shape as I arrived.
Well, I better close this post for now. I'll let you know as soon as I can what my next adventure will be. It's one of those things about this job that's unpredictable. Tomorrow morning when I send them an e-mail saying that I'm unloaded they will send me my next assignment. I don't have a clue what I will be doing until I get that message, and then it's "off to the races". It's really kind of fun though - I could be storming across the country or I could be just traveling over to the next state - I never know.
One thing a truck driver has is a lot of time to himself. I think it works against some of them - sometimes you can spend too much time thinking on things that will drive you crazy. I think of my dear wife often. I feel for her being there at home alone. I wish I could be there for her more often - I talk to her everyday but that's not the same as a tender embrace, or a shoulder to lay her head on. I miss looking into her beautiful eyes when we're talking, I miss the gentle touch of her hand. After thirty years of marriage just the touch of her hand still makes me weak in the knees and dizzy in my head. There's a sparkle in her eyes that I've never seen in anyone else's. Who can explain the feeling of affection between a man and his wife? Jane Austin spoke of a woman's "charms and allurements". Well, I'm not a Jane Austin expert, but I know there is no other woman on this earth that has ever even come close to "charming" me than my dear "Beloved". The mystery of her allurement cannot be explained by me, it's spiritual, it's pure, and it comes over me at times like a wave of fresh pure clean unadulterated emotion - it's a foretaste, if you will, of the unending pleasure and enjoyment we will have in eternity with the Bridegroom Who sought us and brought us into His kingdom.
Oh boy, you see what I mean about having too much time to think. I better stop this train of thought before I say something I'll be chastised about when I get home. Which brings up another thing about this crazy job - coming home. You look so forward to getting home, but it's hard to just jump right in there and assimilate your life right back into your family's life when you're gone most of the time. They have schedules and plans that don't include you - their lives have to go on without you while your gone and you just popping in for a few days doesn't really change that. It's something that causes many truck drivers problems at home - I've discovered a long list of divorced truck drivers that testify to this difficulty.
Okay, I've got to change gears here, I'm going into the realm of "TMI". I try to exercise and walk when I can out on the road. When I'm taking a 34 hour re-start like this weekend I have plenty of time to do that. Yesterday evening I took a lengthy and brisk walk here in a beautiful farming community and ended up back at the truck stop with this sunset taking shape as I arrived.
Well, I better close this post for now. I'll let you know as soon as I can what my next adventure will be. It's one of those things about this job that's unpredictable. Tomorrow morning when I send them an e-mail saying that I'm unloaded they will send me my next assignment. I don't have a clue what I will be doing until I get that message, and then it's "off to the races". It's really kind of fun though - I could be storming across the country or I could be just traveling over to the next state - I never know.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
From Sea to Shining Sea
Well, just about a week and a half ago I was as far west as Santa Maria California, and on Monday I picked up a load of 40 foot long I-beams in Midlothian, TX (former hometown of my good friend Jennifer D.) and delivered them today in Fernandino Beach, Florida. You can't go any further east in Florida without falling into the beautiful ocean. Tomorrow I will pick up a load of shingles in Savannah, Georgia and deliver them to Rochester New York. I've been everywhere man!
I know it sounds like I'm on a vacation or something, but this is hard work, really it is.
I'm really enjoying this job, it's kind of a crazy profession, I mean it is the only job I know of where there is a good chance that you very well might not know anybody else that works for the same company. We have about 2,500 drivers, and the only one that I might could even say that I know is the one who trained me, and I probably will never see him again in my life. I couldn't even tell you who my boss is, but there is somebody who sends me e-mails that give me my marching (or driving) orders everyday. And this week they sent me about three thousand miles already for this week. I better get to bed so I can rest, I've got a lot of miles to knock down tomorrow if I'm going to get all this done.
I know it sounds like I'm on a vacation or something, but this is hard work, really it is.
I'm really enjoying this job, it's kind of a crazy profession, I mean it is the only job I know of where there is a good chance that you very well might not know anybody else that works for the same company. We have about 2,500 drivers, and the only one that I might could even say that I know is the one who trained me, and I probably will never see him again in my life. I couldn't even tell you who my boss is, but there is somebody who sends me e-mails that give me my marching (or driving) orders everyday. And this week they sent me about three thousand miles already for this week. I better get to bed so I can rest, I've got a lot of miles to knock down tomorrow if I'm going to get all this done.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! All the way Home!
I apologize about the lengthy silence here, but I have not had any internet service in the places that I have been spending my nights lately. I'm at home now for a few days. I got home on July 3rd, and I will be back on the road on Monday the 8th. I couldn't help but think about the old nursery rhyme where you wiggle the child's toes as you're reciting it and when you get to the final toe you say "and this little piggy went wheee wheee wheee all the way home". Yes, that's how I felt as I was headed home this week. The last time I was home was the weekend of May 25th for Abigail's ballet.
I thought I might share with you my adventures since June 13th which is when I was hoping to go home but instead got dispatched up North to Minnesota. It will give you just a little glimpse into the life of an over the road truck driver's daily life.
I started out on June 13th in La Porte, TX picking up a 47,000 pound load of granite slabs. This is the type of granite you see being made into counter tops. This load had two different stops in Minneapolis, Minnesota. When I arrived in Minneapolis it was about 10:00 pm so I just slept in the customers parking lot so that I would be the first truck there in the morning and thus could get unloaded first without having to wait in line. This first stop was simple, I easily backed into their warehouse where they unloaded their product with an overhead crane, and promptly sent me on my way to my next stop. The second stop was much more interesting. They had a lengthy, very curvy single lane drive that snaked it's way around to the back of the very large warehouse with signs pointing delivery trucks to follow that path. Normally, if I am at a place I've never been, I'll get out and take a good look around to see just how I'm going to get in and out before I commit to guiding my gentle giant in there. When you're driving a 70 something foot long vehicle weighing upwards of 80,000 pounds it's just smart to know how you're going to get out before you actually get in somewhere. But, since the driveway was so long and obviously curved around to the back, well, I assumed they must have some way to turn around or exit back there somewhere.
So I go on back there and a Spanish fellow directs me where to park as the fork lift driver comes racing out of an overhead door to unload me. While they are occupied with that task I'm trying my best to figure out how to get out because there's definitely not enough room to turn around, and I don't see any other exits. When they're finished and I've gotten my paper work signed, I ask the Hispanic man how the trucks usually get back out of here. He slowly tells me in his unique Spanglish dialect that they back all the way out. Well that's okay with me because I actually kind of enjoy the challenge of backing an eighteen wheeler. Yet my curiosity begs to ask another question of my helpful com-padre. "What happens if another truck is pulling into the driveway from the other side of the building and we meet up somewhere over there with him trying to get in and me trying to get out?" He simply says, "Well meester, that all depends". Depends on what? I query him. "That all depends on wheech truck driver is the most stubborn" he says as he turns away and walks off with a sly grin on his face.
By now my Quallcomm is making noises to me that I've been dispatched to Eau Claire Wisconsin to pick up about 40,000 pounds of miscellaneous building supplies to be delivered to a building supply store in Lincoln, Nebraska. They take up all my legal working hours at this shipper getting me loaded, so that I can't drive anymore, so at 2:00 am I bed down in their parking lot for the night. When I arrive in Lincoln it is about 10:00 pm so I sleep in yet another parking lot so that I can get unloaded first thing in the morning.
After unloading the building supplies I am promptly dispatched to Norfolk, Nebraska to pick up 46,000 pounds of angle iron headed for Greeley Colorado. I can smell the smoke of the Colorado forest fires as I finally get to sleep at a truck stop where I enjoy the simple pleasure of having access to restrooms and restaurants. Once I've delivered my angle iron I'm off to Pueblo, Colorado to pick up the load of "slinky coils" that I mentioned in an earlier post - they are headed to Salt Lake City, Utah. Then I'm whisked away to Tooele, Utah to transport 8,000 pounds of Styrofoam insulation to Fresno, California where they are building a new cold storage facility for all that produce grown in those lush California Valleys. Here is a photo of my slinky coil load just in case you would like to see some of the "stuff" that I drag around with me.
Just so you have an idea of what some of these places look like that I'm going through here's a photo of the view I enjoyed while sitting at a truck stop in Salt Lake City Utah.
From there I receive a message telling me to grab a "high value" load down in Fontana California that is headed to Houston, TX. This turns out to be a 23,000 pound load of large reels of copper wire. On these "high value" loads you're expected to stay with your truck at all times and report each stop you make to the home office. They even request that you don't take a shower for fear that someone has followed you and is waiting for an opportune time to steal your valuable goods. Well, they don't know it, but I took a shower on both nights that I was babysitting those reels of copper wire. We were having excessive heat warnings over there in that area during that time, and I was sweating a lot so I took showers - quick showers! I slept in truck stops with this load because it would be more secure that way.
When I got to Houston, I was thinking "great I'm going to get home now", but it was not meant to be as my quallcomm alerted me that I was heading to Brenham, TX to pick up 34 parking lot light poles to be delivered to six different locations in Texas and Oklahoma with the final destination being Mooreland, Oklahoma. Well, it was going to be prudent management of my time to take a 34 hour break now so that I could re-set my hours for the coming week, and since my three girls were about 45 minutes away at Giddings, I cruised over their way and spent the weekend with them. That was such fun surprising them like that. We had a great time together.
Oh boy, this action packed post is getting lengthy. After getting all my light poles delivered to their respective homes I got a message sending me to Fletcher Oklahoma to pick up 47,000 pounds of sheet rock going to Longview, TX. This is now July the 3rd and my dispatcher tells me to take this load to the house and deliver it on Monday the 8th.
Yes I felt like that little piggy saying:
Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! All the way Home!
I thought I might share with you my adventures since June 13th which is when I was hoping to go home but instead got dispatched up North to Minnesota. It will give you just a little glimpse into the life of an over the road truck driver's daily life.
I started out on June 13th in La Porte, TX picking up a 47,000 pound load of granite slabs. This is the type of granite you see being made into counter tops. This load had two different stops in Minneapolis, Minnesota. When I arrived in Minneapolis it was about 10:00 pm so I just slept in the customers parking lot so that I would be the first truck there in the morning and thus could get unloaded first without having to wait in line. This first stop was simple, I easily backed into their warehouse where they unloaded their product with an overhead crane, and promptly sent me on my way to my next stop. The second stop was much more interesting. They had a lengthy, very curvy single lane drive that snaked it's way around to the back of the very large warehouse with signs pointing delivery trucks to follow that path. Normally, if I am at a place I've never been, I'll get out and take a good look around to see just how I'm going to get in and out before I commit to guiding my gentle giant in there. When you're driving a 70 something foot long vehicle weighing upwards of 80,000 pounds it's just smart to know how you're going to get out before you actually get in somewhere. But, since the driveway was so long and obviously curved around to the back, well, I assumed they must have some way to turn around or exit back there somewhere.
So I go on back there and a Spanish fellow directs me where to park as the fork lift driver comes racing out of an overhead door to unload me. While they are occupied with that task I'm trying my best to figure out how to get out because there's definitely not enough room to turn around, and I don't see any other exits. When they're finished and I've gotten my paper work signed, I ask the Hispanic man how the trucks usually get back out of here. He slowly tells me in his unique Spanglish dialect that they back all the way out. Well that's okay with me because I actually kind of enjoy the challenge of backing an eighteen wheeler. Yet my curiosity begs to ask another question of my helpful com-padre. "What happens if another truck is pulling into the driveway from the other side of the building and we meet up somewhere over there with him trying to get in and me trying to get out?" He simply says, "Well meester, that all depends". Depends on what? I query him. "That all depends on wheech truck driver is the most stubborn" he says as he turns away and walks off with a sly grin on his face.
By now my Quallcomm is making noises to me that I've been dispatched to Eau Claire Wisconsin to pick up about 40,000 pounds of miscellaneous building supplies to be delivered to a building supply store in Lincoln, Nebraska. They take up all my legal working hours at this shipper getting me loaded, so that I can't drive anymore, so at 2:00 am I bed down in their parking lot for the night. When I arrive in Lincoln it is about 10:00 pm so I sleep in yet another parking lot so that I can get unloaded first thing in the morning.
After unloading the building supplies I am promptly dispatched to Norfolk, Nebraska to pick up 46,000 pounds of angle iron headed for Greeley Colorado. I can smell the smoke of the Colorado forest fires as I finally get to sleep at a truck stop where I enjoy the simple pleasure of having access to restrooms and restaurants. Once I've delivered my angle iron I'm off to Pueblo, Colorado to pick up the load of "slinky coils" that I mentioned in an earlier post - they are headed to Salt Lake City, Utah. Then I'm whisked away to Tooele, Utah to transport 8,000 pounds of Styrofoam insulation to Fresno, California where they are building a new cold storage facility for all that produce grown in those lush California Valleys. Here is a photo of my slinky coil load just in case you would like to see some of the "stuff" that I drag around with me.
Just so you have an idea of what some of these places look like that I'm going through here's a photo of the view I enjoyed while sitting at a truck stop in Salt Lake City Utah.
From there I receive a message telling me to grab a "high value" load down in Fontana California that is headed to Houston, TX. This turns out to be a 23,000 pound load of large reels of copper wire. On these "high value" loads you're expected to stay with your truck at all times and report each stop you make to the home office. They even request that you don't take a shower for fear that someone has followed you and is waiting for an opportune time to steal your valuable goods. Well, they don't know it, but I took a shower on both nights that I was babysitting those reels of copper wire. We were having excessive heat warnings over there in that area during that time, and I was sweating a lot so I took showers - quick showers! I slept in truck stops with this load because it would be more secure that way.
When I got to Houston, I was thinking "great I'm going to get home now", but it was not meant to be as my quallcomm alerted me that I was heading to Brenham, TX to pick up 34 parking lot light poles to be delivered to six different locations in Texas and Oklahoma with the final destination being Mooreland, Oklahoma. Well, it was going to be prudent management of my time to take a 34 hour break now so that I could re-set my hours for the coming week, and since my three girls were about 45 minutes away at Giddings, I cruised over their way and spent the weekend with them. That was such fun surprising them like that. We had a great time together.
Oh boy, this action packed post is getting lengthy. After getting all my light poles delivered to their respective homes I got a message sending me to Fletcher Oklahoma to pick up 47,000 pounds of sheet rock going to Longview, TX. This is now July the 3rd and my dispatcher tells me to take this load to the house and deliver it on Monday the 8th.
Yes I felt like that little piggy saying:
Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! All the way Home!
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Random Ramblings
I've actually had the day off today because I got my load of steel slinky coils within about 75 miles of their destination yesterday and they aren't due until Monday so I got to take a break today. So I have the extra time to make another blog post today. This brings up something that I'm not going to go into a lengthy discussion about with you because it is boring and very confusing, but that is the subject of legal driving hours for truck drivers. When you take a 34 hour break, which is what I'm doing now, it resets your hours giving you another set of 70 legal working hours. In short it's easier to get your job done in an efficient manner when you get that fresh set of hours started because your not so limited on how much you can drive each day. Legally you can drive 11 hours as long as you get it done within a 14 hour period. Okay, I've got to stop myself here or I am going to get into a lengthy discussion even though I said I wouldn't. Suffice it to say that when you get a bunch of government regulators together and ask them to come up with a feasible plan to regulate trucker's hours so that they can be safe and well rested, you could probably get an easier to understand plan if you just hired ten drunk monkeys to do the same job.
Oh, that paragraph raises yet another question, "what in the world are steel slinky coils?" Well, if I could ever figure out how to get a photo from my phone on to this blog I'd show you, but that will have to be another day. Slinky coils are several thousand feet of continual steel rod rolled up into a coil that is about 6' long and 4' tall. I've got 9 of them on my trailer (about 45,000 lbs. of them). They are going to Salt Lake City Utah. I'm in Evanston, Wyoming tonight and when the sun comes up in the morning I'll be slipping these things across the state line and delivering them in Salt Lake.
I had an enjoyable Sunday today just taking it easy and resting. I ate a couple of good meals at local restaurants while I was taking this break. I get a little tired of living on Slim Jims and pop tarts! I'm joking, I actually eat pretty good on the road, I've got a crock pot in my truck and I'm learning to be creative with that thing. I made some pretty good Jambalaya this past week, and it smells so good while your cruising down the highway and your supper is gently simmering away in that little pot.
Here in Evanston I can see some snow capped mountains to the south and west of me (part of the Rockies). I traveled through some beautiful areas of Colorado and Wyoming yesterday, while running some complicated calculations in my head trying to figure how much weight I would burn off as I burned up my fuel before I got to the weigh station in Cheyenne Wyoming. Did you know a truck driver has to do a lot of math work? Yes, after I got loaded in Pueblo Colorado I was about 600 pounds over the legal limit on my drive axles, but according to my calculations I would burn off enough fuel by the time I got to the weigh station to be legal. It worked, and I simply filled my tanks after I got past the weigh station. Diesel is eight pounds a gallon, I'm getting about 6 miles to the gallon and about 75% of my fuel weight goes to my drive axles with the other 25% going to the steer axle. Well, it's really not all that complicated, but it does make life interesting with all the stuff you have to figure out as you're out here getting the job done.
If it seems like this post has no common thread running through it to hold it all together you are absolutely right. I'm just rambling because I have the time to ramble. Did you know that many truck stops hold church services on Sundays? That's right, and some of them even have a special room set aside for prayer and meditation. There are even some of the larger ones that have a chaplain on staff during the day. Some of them have a make-shift chapel in an empty 18 wheeler trailer with air conditioning, pews, and a pulpit. There are people that conduct these services much like the people who volunteer to do services at jails and prisons.
Being from East Texas I often see deer on the side of the road, but yesterday I saw a small herd of antelope prancing around in a wide open field. They almost looked like they were choreographed because they seemed to be in rhythm with each other and were keeping a steady beat as they moved across the open prairie. That reminds me, I saw a black bear in Wisconsin a few days ago. Sadly the bear was dead on the side of the road from being struck by a vehicle. I also saw a beautiful buck deer in Iowa. He was proudly standing by the road with his head held high showing off his beautiful velvet covered head gear. He struck such a pose that you'd think he was a vain creature enjoying the fact that people were admiringly gawking at him as they drove by.
Well, I think I've squandered enough of your time on this ridiculously incoherent post. Goodbye for now!
Oh, that paragraph raises yet another question, "what in the world are steel slinky coils?" Well, if I could ever figure out how to get a photo from my phone on to this blog I'd show you, but that will have to be another day. Slinky coils are several thousand feet of continual steel rod rolled up into a coil that is about 6' long and 4' tall. I've got 9 of them on my trailer (about 45,000 lbs. of them). They are going to Salt Lake City Utah. I'm in Evanston, Wyoming tonight and when the sun comes up in the morning I'll be slipping these things across the state line and delivering them in Salt Lake.
I had an enjoyable Sunday today just taking it easy and resting. I ate a couple of good meals at local restaurants while I was taking this break. I get a little tired of living on Slim Jims and pop tarts! I'm joking, I actually eat pretty good on the road, I've got a crock pot in my truck and I'm learning to be creative with that thing. I made some pretty good Jambalaya this past week, and it smells so good while your cruising down the highway and your supper is gently simmering away in that little pot.
Here in Evanston I can see some snow capped mountains to the south and west of me (part of the Rockies). I traveled through some beautiful areas of Colorado and Wyoming yesterday, while running some complicated calculations in my head trying to figure how much weight I would burn off as I burned up my fuel before I got to the weigh station in Cheyenne Wyoming. Did you know a truck driver has to do a lot of math work? Yes, after I got loaded in Pueblo Colorado I was about 600 pounds over the legal limit on my drive axles, but according to my calculations I would burn off enough fuel by the time I got to the weigh station to be legal. It worked, and I simply filled my tanks after I got past the weigh station. Diesel is eight pounds a gallon, I'm getting about 6 miles to the gallon and about 75% of my fuel weight goes to my drive axles with the other 25% going to the steer axle. Well, it's really not all that complicated, but it does make life interesting with all the stuff you have to figure out as you're out here getting the job done.
If it seems like this post has no common thread running through it to hold it all together you are absolutely right. I'm just rambling because I have the time to ramble. Did you know that many truck stops hold church services on Sundays? That's right, and some of them even have a special room set aside for prayer and meditation. There are even some of the larger ones that have a chaplain on staff during the day. Some of them have a make-shift chapel in an empty 18 wheeler trailer with air conditioning, pews, and a pulpit. There are people that conduct these services much like the people who volunteer to do services at jails and prisons.
Being from East Texas I often see deer on the side of the road, but yesterday I saw a small herd of antelope prancing around in a wide open field. They almost looked like they were choreographed because they seemed to be in rhythm with each other and were keeping a steady beat as they moved across the open prairie. That reminds me, I saw a black bear in Wisconsin a few days ago. Sadly the bear was dead on the side of the road from being struck by a vehicle. I also saw a beautiful buck deer in Iowa. He was proudly standing by the road with his head held high showing off his beautiful velvet covered head gear. He struck such a pose that you'd think he was a vain creature enjoying the fact that people were admiringly gawking at him as they drove by.
Well, I think I've squandered enough of your time on this ridiculously incoherent post. Goodbye for now!
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