Here's a peek at Abigail standing by my truck sporting her pink hard hat and her pink work gloves. She's learning a few things from me about load securement, and I'm learning from here about things like Snap-Chat, and Instagram!
Friday, August 14, 2015
My Third Post with Abigail
Anytime you can get something done a day early like this you are just setting yourself up to be ready for another load. I speak a lot in here about how the pay on this job is performance based. I'm trying to share with you my methods and the reasons behind them so that you can understand how a truck driver finds his way to success in this career. Staying ahead of the game, and having a dispatcher that understands that you are going to do what it takes to stay ahead will definitely help you stay at the top of the food chain. So many truck drivers concern themselves overly with whether their company can "give them enough miles" - you should just just get out there and consistently prove to them that you will do what ever it takes to keep things moving along faster than the average drivers and you will have all the work you can possibly handle.
Here's a peek at Abigail standing by my truck sporting her pink hard hat and her pink work gloves. She's learning a few things from me about load securement, and I'm learning from here about things like Snap-Chat, and Instagram!
We picked up a two stop back haul load in Yankton, South Dakota. If you remember, we were going to try and get our second stop on the last load delivered a day early. Well, we managed to get our third stop delivered early also. Here's a tip: Keep good communications going with your customers. Once I realized that I was going to make good time in getting to my second stop on that load I called my third stop to tell them that I could be there by 3:30, that is the cut-off time for receiving at that location. I told them how many bundles I had for them and they said if I could get there by 3:30 they would unload me. I really believe in communicating with my customers. Because I run for a dedicated account, many of my customers end up seeing me repeatedly, and some of them kind of get to know me. I've even had them request me for a load. One time when my dispatcher had me on a very time sensitive load, he later informed me that the anxious customer called him in an effort to verify that the driver was going to make it on time. When he told them it was me at the wheel they were relieved and said they would quit bothering him now because they knew that I always got there when I said I would. I was proud when my dispatcher told me about that experience, but he was even more so - you could hear the satisfaction in his voice when he said "I wish all my drivers would call ahead to their customers like you do, and keep them in the loop of what's going on, it saves me a lot of headache and extra work." I'm sorry, I'm getting side-tracked - I pulled in at that third stop at 3:28 and they had me unloaded by 3:45! We then rolled on to within about 25 miles of our final destination in Yankton, South Dakota and stopped for the night at the Coffee Cup truck stop.
I almost forgot to share with you this picture of Abigail having her morning cup of "Joe" - I don't drink coffee, so I'm blissfully ignorant about that mysterious black liquid. I would call her drink "a cup of it cost a latte", but it probably has a much more sophisticated name like "double truffle super snuffle Viente creamy espresso, or something along those lines. What ever... she's my guest this week so I'll gladly indulge her tastes - I'm really enjoying having her along.
Abigail has been quite amazed at how much corn we produce in this country while driving through Missouri, Iowa, Illinois, and South Dakota. She also discovered that rather unpleasant odor put out by a feed lot that is trying to produce some nicely marbled corn fed beef! She's been having a great time, and I even caught her "horsing around" with the big green "Sinclair" dinosaur at a truck stop near Pocahontas, Iowa.
Here's a peek at Abigail standing by my truck sporting her pink hard hat and her pink work gloves. She's learning a few things from me about load securement, and I'm learning from here about things like Snap-Chat, and Instagram!
Continuing on With Abigail
We spent a few days at home before we went back to Delhi, LA. As we were travelling to Delhi I remembered that those folks from "Duck Dynasty" are located in Monroe, Louisiana. I drive right by the exit for their place of business every time I come through here. I don't really ever give it much of a thought, but since Abigail is almost goofy about those people I decided to surprise her with a visit to their manufacturing facility. Here she is almost hyperventilating over this surprise opportunity to have her photo taken underneath the old sign on the building.
Here is what things looked like inside the Conestoga wagon we pulled for this load.
We left out of Delhi, Louisiana on Thursday night, and our first stop wasn't scheduled until Monday morning in Kansas City. The more I drove and the more I thought about my route, I kept on thinking that I could get us up around Branson, Missouri by Friday afternoon, and that would leave us only about two hundred and fifty more miles to Kansas City. So I questioned Abigail to see what she thought about the two of us spending the day Saturday on a little visit to "Silver Dollar City," an amusement park in Branson. She got so excited I thought she would burst! So, Friday night we had a little celebratory dinner in Branson at an all you can eat Crab Leg and Lobster buffet, then we slept soundly in the truck while waiting to spend the following day at Silver Dollar City! Here we are on the shuttle bus that took us from the parking area up to the front gate of the park.
Here's the kind of problems you run into when trying to be creative about finding a place to park your truck when you decide to do something special like this while out on the road. We had a parking spot at a truck stop about twenty miles from Silver Dollar City, but I didn't think it wise to drop my trailer there for an entire day while I'm away. So we telephoned Silver Dollar City and the nice young man who answered told us that if we came into the main gate that an attendant there would direct us to a parking lot where we could park our eighteen wheeler. Well, when we got there we were told that they can't accommodate a vehicle that size, and they wouldn't let us in! So I immediately began looking for anything close by, as I drove away from the park, that might suffice for a parking spot for my rig. I spotted some abandoned buildings with large enough parking areas, but that seemed a little questionable - the last thing I needed was to have my rig towed away while I'm having a great time in the amusement park with my daughter. Finally I spotted an R.V. repair facility that had lots of open space, so I pulled in and politely introduced myself and my daughter and told them our situation while offering to pay them for the chance to park on their property while we spent the day together at the park. They let us park for free, and it was only a brief walk over to the park from their facility. It's always best to have permission if you need to park in an unusual situation. That is what we did, and it all worked out very well for us. This is a great example of the kind of stuff you can do when you need to take a 34 hour reset out on the road, or if you just have some extra time to kill like we did, you can plan ahead and take advantage of some of the local entertainment.
We slept that night right there in the R.V. lot and drove the next day to our next stop where we parked in such a way that even if another truck comes in here later on, he can't get into the unloading area until they unload me first. The un-initiated may think this rude or inconsiderate, but any experienced driver will recognize the value of doing things like this. I can get unloaded in the morning without ever starting my 14 hour clock and if there is some unforeseen delay it won't affect us negatively. This also allows me to get on up to Sioux City, IA tomorrow in time to get my second stop done a day early which will allow me to finish this job early enough on Tuesday to turn in the paper work so that it goes on the next pay check.
Our load that we got on next had four stops - first one was in Kansas City, Missouri, then we proceeded on to Sioux City, Iowa, Lennox, South Dakota, and our final stop was in Yankton, South Dakota.
Here's the kind of problems you run into when trying to be creative about finding a place to park your truck when you decide to do something special like this while out on the road. We had a parking spot at a truck stop about twenty miles from Silver Dollar City, but I didn't think it wise to drop my trailer there for an entire day while I'm away. So we telephoned Silver Dollar City and the nice young man who answered told us that if we came into the main gate that an attendant there would direct us to a parking lot where we could park our eighteen wheeler. Well, when we got there we were told that they can't accommodate a vehicle that size, and they wouldn't let us in! So I immediately began looking for anything close by, as I drove away from the park, that might suffice for a parking spot for my rig. I spotted some abandoned buildings with large enough parking areas, but that seemed a little questionable - the last thing I needed was to have my rig towed away while I'm having a great time in the amusement park with my daughter. Finally I spotted an R.V. repair facility that had lots of open space, so I pulled in and politely introduced myself and my daughter and told them our situation while offering to pay them for the chance to park on their property while we spent the day together at the park. They let us park for free, and it was only a brief walk over to the park from their facility. It's always best to have permission if you need to park in an unusual situation. That is what we did, and it all worked out very well for us. This is a great example of the kind of stuff you can do when you need to take a 34 hour reset out on the road, or if you just have some extra time to kill like we did, you can plan ahead and take advantage of some of the local entertainment.
We slept that night right there in the R.V. lot and drove the next day to our next stop where we parked in such a way that even if another truck comes in here later on, he can't get into the unloading area until they unload me first. The un-initiated may think this rude or inconsiderate, but any experienced driver will recognize the value of doing things like this. I can get unloaded in the morning without ever starting my 14 hour clock and if there is some unforeseen delay it won't affect us negatively. This also allows me to get on up to Sioux City, IA tomorrow in time to get my second stop done a day early which will allow me to finish this job early enough on Tuesday to turn in the paper work so that it goes on the next pay check.
Shame on Me!
You know what? I'm starting to think this job is just too demanding to keep up a blog about my experiences - I never seem to find the time to do it on a regular basis. I am completely embarrassed that I never posted one thing about my time with Abigail, but she and I were having such a wonderful time together that I just never got around to it. Of course there is also the fact that I don't think anyone even reads this blog so I probably would not be missed at all if I drop off and quit this little exercise!
But... just for grins I'm gonna fill you in on what happened when I had my "baby girl" with me.
I had a little trouble getting everything worked out just right to get our little trip started. I was going to take a little home time, but then I had a load to Texas that needed to be delivered first. Here's the way I decided to work it all out. I swung through my home town on the way to South Texas and picked up Abigail, with the understanding that we would deliver this load and then come back by the house for enough time off to get in a 34 hour reset.
I spent one night at home and then left the next morning with Abigail for our summer trip together. The PPPE that I had purchased a few years ago for my other girls was handed down to her for the trip. What is PPPE you ask? It is Pink Personal Protective Equipment - all my girls have to have this to be able to ride along with me and help me out here on the road. Here is my daughter showing her excitement about what we are embarking on as she dons her pink hard hat.
I started this little run down into South Texas by myself at the SAPA plant in Delhi, Louisiana when I picked up this two stop load on a pre-loaded trailer that was bound for Corpus Christi and then McAllen, Texas. Here's what it looked like after I had her all battened down and ready to roll.
I run dedicated loads out of this plant in Delhi all the time. I come in here and pick up pre-loaded trailers, but I am responsible for securing the load and tarping it when needed. About fifty percent of the time I will have a Conestoga type cover on the flat-bed which eliminates the tarp work. Here is the loading area at the plant where we back up to our trailers and get them ready to roll.
After spending one night at the house I picked up Abigail and we made a plan of how to get this done so that I could deliver this two stop load, stop again on my way back in Katy, TX at a Knight terminal for some service on my truck, be back in Nacogdoches for some business that I needed to take care of on Wednesday, manage to get in a 34 hour reset, and do all of this while getting me back on the road early Thursday morning so that we can get back to Delhi early enough for me to do some training of some new drivers coming on to our fleet that day, and I'm hoping to leave out from the plant that evening with a load of my own. I'm giving you these details of my thought processes because I want you to see how a professional driver has to think and plan several days in advance, all the time, if you are going to be able to capitalize on the H.O.S. (hours of service) you have available to you
Here's how we planned it out: I spent Saturday night in my own bed - woo-hoo! - then we hit the road around 9:30 a.m. Sunday morning. We drove to Corpus Christi with one stop for fuel, and a couple of bathroom stops also. I can go all day behind the wheel without hardly stopping if needed, but when I've got my girls along I try to accommodate their needs. We also stopped for a fun little visit to a unique little restaurant in El Campo, Texas called "Pinchers".
Sometimes truck drivers have to be creative when it comes to parking places for their rigs. Pinchers is not a truck friendly restaurant - there is no place to park a rig. So, how do you handle a situation like this? You study the situation and, in our case, I had already been here and devised a parking system of my own on a previous visit. Just about a hundred yards down the highway from Pinchers is a corn field with an abandoned gas well site that has a nice good solid roadway built into it and a nice solid pad with plenty of room to get a big truck in and out of. So, I just pull in there, park it, and take a short little walk over to the restaurant.
We shared a meal called their "sampler platter" which was a little bit of everything in it's fried version, some slaw, some gumbo, and some e'toufee, it was simply more than we could eat.
Okay, don't worry about us wasting any food, we simply took our left overs and fed them to the waterfowl and the hungry Koi fish who were swimming around outside in the pond.
Now back to our trip planning. We drove on in to Corpus Sunday night. One of the great benefits of running on a dedicated account is that often times I'm going to repeat customers, and I am familiar with all the places where I can sleep on their property. In the case of this customer in Corpus Christi, I have an arrangement with a Mexican restaurant next door to their facility. We always deliver to this customer on Monday morning, and the Mexican restaurant is closed on Sunday. The owner gave me permission to park and sleep in her adequate parking lot on Sunday nights. I always return the favor by eating breakfast with her bright and early Monday morning before I deliver next door. We also had a convenience store just about a block away so that Abigail has access to a restroom if needed. (you've got to think about all this stuff)
The reason for not parking at a truck stop about ten miles away is so that we can get in the locked gate next door and get unloaded and ready to move on to our next stop without starting our fourteen hour clock. This customer is notoriously slow about unloading us. Sure enough it was around 10:30 a.m. when we were ready to move on, but we were let in the gate at 0700 that morning. Here's a look at me getting down and dirty while removing my tarps from this load.
Okay, once we were done at that location we headed for McAllen where we met a Mexican Truck that will take the remaining bundles of freight I have on across the border to their final destination. I had already called earlier and given the Mexican Trucking company my ETA at the agreed upon location in McAllen and we arrived there about thirty minutes before the Mexican driver. The forklift operator at the facility where we met wasted no time in switching the freight from my truck to his. That worked out remarkably well so that we didn't lose a lot of time, which was critical to our trip planning - we still want to leave here and drive all the way to Katy, TX the same night so that we can get our truck in the service bay first thing in the morning. We don't even have time to stop and eat on this leg - it is run and gun if we are going to make it! We did it, and had fourteen minutes left on our 11 hour drive clock when we set those air brakes at the terminal in Katy, TX. Now you see why I didn't want to start my clock by parking the night before at a truck stop. I'm giving you these details so that you can realize how a truck driver has to think ahead and manage his time so that he can make things work out properly out on the road.
After all that we went home for a couple of days I had a nice date with my wife, went to see Sarah's new house and help her with a problem she was having with her car, then it was off to the races for Abigail and I. My dispatcher wanted me to help train some new drivers coming on to our fleet Thursday about how to get your loads secured and tarped at the plant in Delhi, and then... we will see where we go next.
But... just for grins I'm gonna fill you in on what happened when I had my "baby girl" with me.
I had a little trouble getting everything worked out just right to get our little trip started. I was going to take a little home time, but then I had a load to Texas that needed to be delivered first. Here's the way I decided to work it all out. I swung through my home town on the way to South Texas and picked up Abigail, with the understanding that we would deliver this load and then come back by the house for enough time off to get in a 34 hour reset.
I spent one night at home and then left the next morning with Abigail for our summer trip together. The PPPE that I had purchased a few years ago for my other girls was handed down to her for the trip. What is PPPE you ask? It is Pink Personal Protective Equipment - all my girls have to have this to be able to ride along with me and help me out here on the road. Here is my daughter showing her excitement about what we are embarking on as she dons her pink hard hat.
Right away she stated trying to take over the truck with her feminine ways by reorganizing the limited space we were sharing and cleaning things up, sweeping the floor of the truck, and just being a general little Cinderella. One of the first things she did was to get her own space in her bunk all established the way she wanted it to be.
Here's how we planned it out: I spent Saturday night in my own bed - woo-hoo! - then we hit the road around 9:30 a.m. Sunday morning. We drove to Corpus Christi with one stop for fuel, and a couple of bathroom stops also. I can go all day behind the wheel without hardly stopping if needed, but when I've got my girls along I try to accommodate their needs. We also stopped for a fun little visit to a unique little restaurant in El Campo, Texas called "Pinchers".
We shared a meal called their "sampler platter" which was a little bit of everything in it's fried version, some slaw, some gumbo, and some e'toufee, it was simply more than we could eat.
Now back to our trip planning. We drove on in to Corpus Sunday night. One of the great benefits of running on a dedicated account is that often times I'm going to repeat customers, and I am familiar with all the places where I can sleep on their property. In the case of this customer in Corpus Christi, I have an arrangement with a Mexican restaurant next door to their facility. We always deliver to this customer on Monday morning, and the Mexican restaurant is closed on Sunday. The owner gave me permission to park and sleep in her adequate parking lot on Sunday nights. I always return the favor by eating breakfast with her bright and early Monday morning before I deliver next door. We also had a convenience store just about a block away so that Abigail has access to a restroom if needed. (you've got to think about all this stuff)
The reason for not parking at a truck stop about ten miles away is so that we can get in the locked gate next door and get unloaded and ready to move on to our next stop without starting our fourteen hour clock. This customer is notoriously slow about unloading us. Sure enough it was around 10:30 a.m. when we were ready to move on, but we were let in the gate at 0700 that morning. Here's a look at me getting down and dirty while removing my tarps from this load.
After all that we went home for a couple of days I had a nice date with my wife, went to see Sarah's new house and help her with a problem she was having with her car, then it was off to the races for Abigail and I. My dispatcher wanted me to help train some new drivers coming on to our fleet Thursday about how to get your loads secured and tarped at the plant in Delhi, and then... we will see where we go next.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Waiting... It's What Truck Drivers Do Best
I was in Delhi this morning at nine a.m. I planned on being here at eight, but I ended up sleeping in a little this morning. It's no big deal because I really didn't have any idea when my load was going to be ready, or even where in Texas it would be taking me. Now that I'm here I found out I'm going to Corpus Christi, and then on to McAllen, TX. That means that Abigail, whom I will pick up on my way through Nacogdoches, will go with me right down to the border of Mexico, and then more than likely duty and honor will call us to the North. Since I am constantly running up into the Northeast Corridor of the country, I have no doubt that we will end up in New York and Connecticut together.
I also found out that they won't be loading this load until tomorrow. So, here I sit, just a few hours from my home, waiting until probably late tomorrow afternoon to be able to get there. I took a chance by coming in here as early as I could in hopes that I could get home maybe even today. I lost the gamble, but it would have been worth it if it had worked out. Sometimes the information coming out of the folks at the plant in Delhi is not as efficient as I would like, but any time I can get the jump on things it only helps me do a better job. So, I do my thing whether I have all the information needed or not - sometimes it works out really good, other times I just end up waiting. Most truck drivers despise waiting, it only serves to raise their blood pressure. I try to look upon it as a positive, I always capitalize on my waiting time to get some rest, see some sights, or take some very enjoyable walks. Here I am waiting, waiting to see my family, waiting...
I also found out that they won't be loading this load until tomorrow. So, here I sit, just a few hours from my home, waiting until probably late tomorrow afternoon to be able to get there. I took a chance by coming in here as early as I could in hopes that I could get home maybe even today. I lost the gamble, but it would have been worth it if it had worked out. Sometimes the information coming out of the folks at the plant in Delhi is not as efficient as I would like, but any time I can get the jump on things it only helps me do a better job. So, I do my thing whether I have all the information needed or not - sometimes it works out really good, other times I just end up waiting. Most truck drivers despise waiting, it only serves to raise their blood pressure. I try to look upon it as a positive, I always capitalize on my waiting time to get some rest, see some sights, or take some very enjoyable walks. Here I am waiting, waiting to see my family, waiting...
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Working My Way To Texas
I spent the night last night in Dandridge, TN which was a good stopping point for me with my load of aluminum pipe that I delivered today in Moun Juliet, TN. After getting that done I was dispatched to Delhi, LA so that I can grab a load going to Texas. That's right, I put in my request a while back for a Texas load so that I could go get my "baby girl" for a whirlwind summer trip with her "old man."
Tonight I am in Winona, Mississippi at the Pilot truck stop. I'm not a fan of Television, but most truck stops have a driver's lounge area where the drivers can sit down and relax in front of the T.V. I just had to show you the driver's lounge at this truck stop. Most of them can seat twenty or thirty people, and to be honest with you they are usually fairly crowded. This one tickled me - it looked more like a walk-in closet that they didn't know what to do with, so they stuck four chairs and a flat screen T.V. in there so they could advertise that they have a driver's lounge!
Here I am in Mount Juliet getting my tarps off and getting my load ready to be off-loaded by the fork-lift operator. Usually when you have a load of pipe that fills up your trailer like this you have got some weight on there, but since this is aluminum pipe I was only grossing out at about 46,000 pounds. Some of my loads put me up around eighty thousand pounds, but this one was pretty light.
I am really looking forward to getting home to see my dear wife. As much as I enjoy this job, it is a really difficult thing to be separated from the finest woman I've ever known. The truck driver suffers, and those he loves suffer also. It is a sad reality to this career. My wife bears it well, and I appreciate her long suffering, and the grace with which she handles the whole situation.
I'm also looking forward to getting my Abigail and taking here with me on a whirl-wind tour of the country. We're gonna have a great time together.
Here I am in Mount Juliet getting my tarps off and getting my load ready to be off-loaded by the fork-lift operator. Usually when you have a load of pipe that fills up your trailer like this you have got some weight on there, but since this is aluminum pipe I was only grossing out at about 46,000 pounds. Some of my loads put me up around eighty thousand pounds, but this one was pretty light.
I am really looking forward to getting home to see my dear wife. As much as I enjoy this job, it is a really difficult thing to be separated from the finest woman I've ever known. The truck driver suffers, and those he loves suffer also. It is a sad reality to this career. My wife bears it well, and I appreciate her long suffering, and the grace with which she handles the whole situation.
I'm also looking forward to getting my Abigail and taking here with me on a whirl-wind tour of the country. We're gonna have a great time together.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Being on the Alert for Potential Dangers
I'm in Dandridge, Tennessee tonight. I left Cressona Pennsylvania about 3:30 this morning. If you are asking yourself why did he leave so early in the morning when he didn't have an appointment to be somewhere the next day, I will answer that question for you. There are basically two reasons. One is that a truck driver always has to be thinking about his hours of service rules that he has to abide by. And one of those is that after each days worth of driving (which can conceivably be a maximum of 11 hours of driving in a 14 hour period) I have to take a ten hour break before I can drive again. So, if I need to be in Mount Juliet, Tennessee at 8:00 am Thursday (which I do) I need to leave in time to get my first day's driving time in plus the required ten hour break before I can leave early enough to get me to Mount Juliet by that time. The other reason in this case was that I had planned out my trip to take my break time at the Pilot truck stop in Dandridge. The parking at that particular truck stop usually fills up by about five o'clock in the afternoon (after you've done this long enough you start to figure all these important details out) so I needed to leave around 3:30 in the morning so that I could get here while I could still count on getting a parking spot. Having a good understanding of these kind of details can make your life as a truck driver so much easier and more profitable. These are the kind of things that trip people up repeatedly in this business. While it is usually the rookies who get caught up with making mistakes and miscalculations on these details, I still run into people who have been doing this stuff for years that still don't get it.
Another thing that a truck driver must do is be on constant alert for dangers and problems along his chosen route that can not only mess up his day, but possibly end his/her career. Pennsylvania is full of treacherous things that can cause all kinds of problems for you. Anytime you get off the interstate system in Pennsylvania you need to be on "high alert." Many of their roads are twisty mountain roads with very tight curves that are simply too tight to pull a 70 something foot long vehicle through. Most of these roads are clearly marked, but in a big truck once you have entered a road that you shouldn't have gotten on in the first place it is next to impossible to get yourself turned around. I have one of these "disasters waiting to happen" on my route coming out of the SAPA plant in Cressona, but I am fully aware of it so I know how to avoid it. The highway that is my suggested route from my company to leave the plant on passes under a bridge that is too low for a big truck to get under. My truck is thirteen feet tall - the bridge I'm speaking of is 11" - 8". Not gonna happen!
Don't really know why I'm sharing all this, I'm sure it is of no interest to anyone, but I sit here all alone all day and sometimes I just feel like telling someone about some of the stuff I deal with everyday. So, there you have it, a daily dilemma for the truck driver.
As soon as I can get this load of pipe delivered in Mount Juliet I am heading to Delhi to get a load that will take me to Texas so that I can pick up my youngest daughter Abigail - "her father's joy" - that's what here name means. And so far she has done a good job of fulfilling that meaning. I'm very excited to have her along with me, just as I was when I took her sisters on their grand adventures.
Another thing that a truck driver must do is be on constant alert for dangers and problems along his chosen route that can not only mess up his day, but possibly end his/her career. Pennsylvania is full of treacherous things that can cause all kinds of problems for you. Anytime you get off the interstate system in Pennsylvania you need to be on "high alert." Many of their roads are twisty mountain roads with very tight curves that are simply too tight to pull a 70 something foot long vehicle through. Most of these roads are clearly marked, but in a big truck once you have entered a road that you shouldn't have gotten on in the first place it is next to impossible to get yourself turned around. I have one of these "disasters waiting to happen" on my route coming out of the SAPA plant in Cressona, but I am fully aware of it so I know how to avoid it. The highway that is my suggested route from my company to leave the plant on passes under a bridge that is too low for a big truck to get under. My truck is thirteen feet tall - the bridge I'm speaking of is 11" - 8". Not gonna happen!
Don't really know why I'm sharing all this, I'm sure it is of no interest to anyone, but I sit here all alone all day and sometimes I just feel like telling someone about some of the stuff I deal with everyday. So, there you have it, a daily dilemma for the truck driver.
As soon as I can get this load of pipe delivered in Mount Juliet I am heading to Delhi to get a load that will take me to Texas so that I can pick up my youngest daughter Abigail - "her father's joy" - that's what here name means. And so far she has done a good job of fulfilling that meaning. I'm very excited to have her along with me, just as I was when I took her sisters on their grand adventures.
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
An Extended Stay in Cressona
Well, it has happened again. I came to Cressona for a load and they cannot seem to get it together for me. I've been here since yesterday at around 3:00 pm and they finally had my load ready about twenty four hours later. I spent my day today wandering around this interesting little town on foot. I'm sure some of the locals think they've got a new "homeless" person in town. Once I had my load it only made sense to me to wait for another ten hours to go by and that will 'reset" my seventy hour clock. I don't want to bore you with the regulations that truck drivers have to work under, but by doing that 34 hour break I will be a lot more free to run the way I want to. If I don't get that break in I will only be allowed to work for five hours tomorrow due to what is referred to as re-cap hours by the very intelligent folks in Washington, D.C. who came up with these mostly illogical rules that we work under.
Enough of that. I ate breakfast this morning at a favorite little spot of mine, Jean's Place. It is not particularly exceptional food, but it has an atmosphere that reminds you of generations gone by, almost Mayberry like. This is a small restaurant run by Jean herself, all by herself. It is tucked away in one of these unique to this area buildings just down the street from the SAPA plant. If you look at this photo, Jean's Place is in the lower right hand section (white area) of this building. The up stairs of the building is lodging with two different dwellings, and the other side of the lower section is another small restaurant called Site's Luncheonette. I've yet to go into the other diner, but I will some day. I find Jean's Place so intriguing that I have never even been tempted to go into the other place.
Jean's Place has a total of five tables in it that you can dine at. There was one gentleman inside when I entered, and soon after me another one showed up. So, there were three customers in there. Since I am a stranger in town I didn't expect Jean to come and sit down at my table with me, but she certainly did with the other two men, and had a nice little chat with each of them. She does know that I am a truck driver getting loads from the SAPA plant. When I got ready to leave she said "I guess it;s time for you to go again, we'll see you next time your in town." Here's a look at the inside of her little diner. It is so small I couldn't even get back far enough to include all five of the tables in the shot!
I walked quite a bit today, I enjoy walking and it is bound to be good for me. A truck driver can end up sitting for so long in that truck that it is not conducive to good circulation in your legs. So I do what I can to combat that. I took another shot of some of the local architectural style that is so dominant here. I found a unique wooden bridge in town that crosses a section of four or five railroad tracks running along side each other. It seems to have been put there so that the local folks can cross over the tracks on foot without the inherent dangers of crossing those tracks. When I got across to the neighborhood on "the other side of the tracks" I spotted these two houses sitting next to each other.
I'm going to bed a little early tonight. I've got to get up and get to work around three o'clock in the morning if I am going to get this thirty four hour break in and still be able to deliver this load on time. Good night!
Abigail, I am on my way to get you!
Enough of that. I ate breakfast this morning at a favorite little spot of mine, Jean's Place. It is not particularly exceptional food, but it has an atmosphere that reminds you of generations gone by, almost Mayberry like. This is a small restaurant run by Jean herself, all by herself. It is tucked away in one of these unique to this area buildings just down the street from the SAPA plant. If you look at this photo, Jean's Place is in the lower right hand section (white area) of this building. The up stairs of the building is lodging with two different dwellings, and the other side of the lower section is another small restaurant called Site's Luncheonette. I've yet to go into the other diner, but I will some day. I find Jean's Place so intriguing that I have never even been tempted to go into the other place.
Jean's Place has a total of five tables in it that you can dine at. There was one gentleman inside when I entered, and soon after me another one showed up. So, there were three customers in there. Since I am a stranger in town I didn't expect Jean to come and sit down at my table with me, but she certainly did with the other two men, and had a nice little chat with each of them. She does know that I am a truck driver getting loads from the SAPA plant. When I got ready to leave she said "I guess it;s time for you to go again, we'll see you next time your in town." Here's a look at the inside of her little diner. It is so small I couldn't even get back far enough to include all five of the tables in the shot!
I walked quite a bit today, I enjoy walking and it is bound to be good for me. A truck driver can end up sitting for so long in that truck that it is not conducive to good circulation in your legs. So I do what I can to combat that. I took another shot of some of the local architectural style that is so dominant here. I found a unique wooden bridge in town that crosses a section of four or five railroad tracks running along side each other. It seems to have been put there so that the local folks can cross over the tracks on foot without the inherent dangers of crossing those tracks. When I got across to the neighborhood on "the other side of the tracks" I spotted these two houses sitting next to each other.
I'm going to bed a little early tonight. I've got to get up and get to work around three o'clock in the morning if I am going to get this thirty four hour break in and still be able to deliver this load on time. Good night!
Abigail, I am on my way to get you!
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