It seems like everytime that I have these lengthy layovers, I happen to be in Texas. Not that I don't like Texas, it just seems that I not moving a lot of the time that I'm here. Anyway, I'm an hour or so out from leaving and heading east. I plotted my course back to Huntsville in such a way that I'll arrive with ample time to deliver, but not so early that my break will be split up. So, kudos to me for that one. Last night I found the vital missing piece to my sound system in the truck.
I think I've described this already, but just in case-- my sound system consists of a home stereo (of the sort with the speakers that you connect to the head unit), lots of cd's, and a 200 watt inverter to power it with. I plug the inverter up to my cig. lighter and voila I have great sound. The downside is that I have to deal with it skipping a lot. Sooooo, I decided that running the music directly off of my laptop is vital, so I set out to find a more powerful inverter, for a low price.
And last night I did that. 400 watt, two outlet inverter for $40.00. My 200 watt, single outlet inverter cost me $34.00. So I'm proud of my find. I tested it out not long ago and it can power both my stereo and laptop at the same time, while the truck is off! This is a huge success for me. All that is left, is finding the cable to connect my laptop directly into my stereo. And for that, I'll take some time at a Wal-Mart-- which I'm sure to pass at some point on my way to Huntsville. If not-- I can deal with cd's for two more days.
My back and arms are sore from having to deal with these incredibly shitty trailers that I keep getting stuck with. When the trailer isn't connected to the truck, the front portion of it sits on whats called "landing gear". In order to raise the landing gear once you connect to the truck, or lower it once you want to drop a trailer, you have to manually crank and rotate a lever connected to the side of the landing gear. More often than not, the landing gear isn't properly greased and you have to turn bright green and shred your clothing in order to get the trailer to move.
Can you imagine me outside of a huge warehouse at night, orange industrial light flooding the area, next to a trailer cursing and groaning like a powerlifter? Because that's what happens nearly every single time now
My favorite part is when I'm turning the landing gear lever, using all of my strength and weight to move it ever so slightly, and it just gives and I end up flipping over it landing on my back staring at the sky.
Also seems to happen too often. And always when another trucker is around.
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Saturday, March 29, 2008
Deep in the Heart of Texas (refrain)
Howdy.
And for the first time in a while, I can say "Howdy" and fit right in. This isn't the first time I've come to Texas, but I'd say it's been the most pleasant so far.
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I made it to Amarillo today, where I picked up and then decided to spend the day. The company is trying to manipulate my off-time, and as a result gave me four days to make a 950 mile drive. I can make 500 miles in one day, 1000 in two. If I got to Huntsville when they EXPECTED me to, I'd have two days off, but on the second one, I'd have to make the delivery to the final destination-- effectively cutting my off time. So, instead I've resolved to take as much time as I can to get to Huntsville so I can have two full days off instead of just part of two days. So once I picked up my load, I decided to find a steakhouse that is near-legendary, and one that I visited with my father when he was driving, fourteen years ago.
I wasn't even sure that my route took me past this steakhouse or not, but I didn't care I headed to it like a moth to a flame. I knew the general area of it, and with the aid of a couple of helpful texans on the CB radio, I found my mark.
The Big Texan is known for it's 72 oz steak which is completely free. *if eaten in one hour. As I walked in the door, part of me wanted to go for the challenge, but when I saw the steak in a display case, I quickly changed my mind.
The thing is literally the size of a pie.
I ordered (and ate pretty much every bite):
a buffalo quesadilla
Obviously I don't eat like this all the time while I'm out here. Not only would it be insanely expensive, but also incredibly unhealthy haha.
My server was a charming girl named Kati (which I think I'm spelling correctly) who really made my day. She was dressed in pink and sold me on pretty much every course of the meal. I was originally going to choose BBQ as a main course, but she informed me that I was in a steakhouse so I should order accordingly. So I went with the ribeye, which I was going to have cooked medium, but thought twice about and changed to medium rare. Kati told me that was a good choice, haha.
Throughout the course of the meal, we chatted a bit about eachother. Nothing too in depth, but I found out she's in pre-law (if I remember correctly) and goes to school not far from Amarillo. She asked where I was from, and what brought me to Texas and I told her about trucking and why I was doing it.
It was nice to meet and talk to someone my age.
I asked her if I could take her picture to put on my blog, which I realized after I said it how strange it must have sounded, but she graciously obliged. 
I left her a note thanking her for making me feel a little bit at home, and my blog address.
I'm not sure, but if you're reading this-- thank you.
After dinner I headed across the street to a truck stop and backed into a space (for the first time at a truck stop by myself!) and quickly headed inside for a well-deserved shower and an internet session.
Tomorrow I head east for 275 miles, which should put me somewhere in Oklahoma, I think.
Anyhow.
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And for the first time in a while, I can say "Howdy" and fit right in. This isn't the first time I've come to Texas, but I'd say it's been the most pleasant so far.
When I was with my first trainer, we made it out to Dallas a couple of times. I knew that there weren't going to be cowboys all over the place, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't look down at everyone's feet to see if they were wearing boots, maybe even spurs.
Everytime I make it to a different region of the country, I try to look for cultural differences, and seldom do I find the ones I'm looking for but occasionally I stumble upon more subtle ones.
A far as Texas goes, the only cultural difference I can think of is that they barbeque beef more than they do pork, which is way different than how things work in Alabama. That and they look better in their hats.
Anyhow.
I didn't make it as far as I would have liked after my last post, and I didn't make it anywhere close to Roswell by the time I had planned. On top of all of this, I ended up getting tired pretty quickly, and had to find a place to nap. I pulled over into a barren rest stop feeling exhausted and incredibly lonely for some reason. I'm sure it had something to do with being in the middle of the New Mexico desert for so many hundreds of miles without even seeing a town. It wouldn't have been nearly as bad if I had cellphone reception at the time, but it was like the entire state of New Mexico was a dead-zone. I fought the feelings of isolation and lonliness enough to fall asleep for about two hours.
I slept but I did not dream.
By the time I woke up, most of the sunlight had faded and it was time to drive a bit more. I inspected the truck briefly by flashlight, and was on my way. I drove for about another hundred miles before I called it quits for the night.
As I lay in the back of the truck I found myself again feeling incredibly lonely, the pain sharp once more. For some reason I heard my father's voice in my head talking about how when he was on the road, he used to talk into his tape recorder, and I ended up reaching for mine. I noticed that I had already recorded four different things that I had forgotten about, so I decided to listen. The first three files were brief messages to myself, reminders of sorts. The last file though, was a forty minute series of stories from the first part of my road training.
As I lay in the back of the truck I found myself again feeling incredibly lonely, the pain sharp once more. For some reason I heard my father's voice in my head talking about how when he was on the road, he used to talk into his tape recorder, and I ended up reaching for mine. I noticed that I had already recorded four different things that I had forgotten about, so I decided to listen. The first three files were brief messages to myself, reminders of sorts. The last file though, was a forty minute series of stories from the first part of my road training.
I realized how truly lonely I really was and how badly I wanted somebody to talk with, when I found comfort in hearing my own voice coming from a tape recorder.
I ended up falling asleep with the recorder in my hand.
I ended up falling asleep with the recorder in my hand.
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I made it to Roswell in time for lunch. Aside from random alien crap here and there, not much to say about Roswell.
I have to wonder what aliens would have been doing anywhere New Mexico to begin with. It really is boring out there.
I made my delivery, and got my load assignment to head back home.
I have to wonder what aliens would have been doing anywhere New Mexico to begin with. It really is boring out there.
I made my delivery, and got my load assignment to head back home.
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I made it to Amarillo today, where I picked up and then decided to spend the day. The company is trying to manipulate my off-time, and as a result gave me four days to make a 950 mile drive. I can make 500 miles in one day, 1000 in two. If I got to Huntsville when they EXPECTED me to, I'd have two days off, but on the second one, I'd have to make the delivery to the final destination-- effectively cutting my off time. So, instead I've resolved to take as much time as I can to get to Huntsville so I can have two full days off instead of just part of two days. So once I picked up my load, I decided to find a steakhouse that is near-legendary, and one that I visited with my father when he was driving, fourteen years ago.
I wasn't even sure that my route took me past this steakhouse or not, but I didn't care I headed to it like a moth to a flame. I knew the general area of it, and with the aid of a couple of helpful texans on the CB radio, I found my mark.
The Big Texan is known for it's 72 oz steak which is completely free. *if eaten in one hour. As I walked in the door, part of me wanted to go for the challenge, but when I saw the steak in a display case, I quickly changed my mind.
The thing is literally the size of a pie.
When I walked into the main dining room, I noticed a raised table in the middle of the room where two men were seated, apparently taking the steak challenge (as I like to call it)
Of course I took their photo.
I got a table located conveniently near an electrical outlet so I could power the ole' laptop, and proceeded to order a feast for myself in celebration of the end of my first two weeks by myself on the road.
Of course I took their photo.
I got a table located conveniently near an electrical outlet so I could power the ole' laptop, and proceeded to order a feast for myself in celebration of the end of my first two weeks by myself on the road.
I ordered (and ate pretty much every bite):
a buffalo quesadilla
a 22 oz ribeye steak (cooked medium rare) with baked beans and a loaded bake potato
and a slice of cheesecake, covered with strawberries
plus some dinner rolls, and a few dr. pepper's of course
Obviously I don't eat like this all the time while I'm out here. Not only would it be insanely expensive, but also incredibly unhealthy haha.
My server was a charming girl named Kati (which I think I'm spelling correctly) who really made my day. She was dressed in pink and sold me on pretty much every course of the meal. I was originally going to choose BBQ as a main course, but she informed me that I was in a steakhouse so I should order accordingly. So I went with the ribeye, which I was going to have cooked medium, but thought twice about and changed to medium rare. Kati told me that was a good choice, haha.
Throughout the course of the meal, we chatted a bit about eachother. Nothing too in depth, but I found out she's in pre-law (if I remember correctly) and goes to school not far from Amarillo. She asked where I was from, and what brought me to Texas and I told her about trucking and why I was doing it.
It was nice to meet and talk to someone my age.
I asked her if I could take her picture to put on my blog, which I realized after I said it how strange it must have sounded, but she graciously obliged.
I left her a note thanking her for making me feel a little bit at home, and my blog address.
I'm not sure, but if you're reading this-- thank you.
After dinner I headed across the street to a truck stop and backed into a space (for the first time at a truck stop by myself!) and quickly headed inside for a well-deserved shower and an internet session.
Tomorrow I head east for 275 miles, which should put me somewhere in Oklahoma, I think.
Anyhow.
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Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Briefly
Hello from the New Mexico/ Colorado border. I'm heading to the southeastern corner of the state (New Mexico) to a place called Hobbs. I'm going to be delivering to a K-Mart, which before I got into trucking, I was sure did not exist anymore.
A comedian was talking about K-Mart once: "I've got some advice for you if you haven't been to a K-Mart before, and might like to see one. Hurry"
Ha.
Anyhow, I get to drive through Roswell NM on the way there, and I'm going to try to find a place to stop for the night. If I get the chance (which I should because I have plenty of time to get to Hobbs) and find a place to park I'm going to try to go to some sort of alien attraction.
I know they have them, I've seen the Sci-Fi channel.
Anyhow, after that I should be headed home for a few days which will bring my first two weeks of trucking to a close.
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A comedian was talking about K-Mart once: "I've got some advice for you if you haven't been to a K-Mart before, and might like to see one. Hurry"
Ha.
Anyhow, I get to drive through Roswell NM on the way there, and I'm going to try to find a place to stop for the night. If I get the chance (which I should because I have plenty of time to get to Hobbs) and find a place to park I'm going to try to go to some sort of alien attraction.
I know they have them, I've seen the Sci-Fi channel.
Anyhow, after that I should be headed home for a few days which will bring my first two weeks of trucking to a close.
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
What-A-Burger
Photos from the What-A-Burger in Century, FL.
The signed hat, take out menue, and compass they gave me-- all of which are now in my truck.
Thank You my new friends.
Colorado-Bound or The Day I Got My Truck Stuck
8:48 AM 3/24/2008 Target Distribution Center, Pueblo Colorado-- Bobtail Lot
Let me first begin by saying how incredible the terrain is out here. I've never seen anything quite like this before. I drove 548 miles yesterday, most of it was within the Texas state lines. It's just like the movies out here. The ground is dry, yellowing, and has small dead-looking shrubs scattered about. I suspect that these are what eventually become tumbleweeds, which I didn't see at all. I saw for the first time in my life (at least in person) a wind-farm and windmills.
It's bizarre to be driving in near untouched territory and then come around a curve and see patches of gigantic windmills all over the place.
For some reason, it gave me the creeps.
Somehow, just across the New Mexico state line, the land changed. It went from flat, yellow, and almost diseased-looking to mountainous, green, and fertile. I really don't understand how an invisible state line could yield such a change, but it did. And then it got cold. It went from maybe sixty-ish to the mid-to-low-forties.
And I was still driving with the windows down.
I passed through New Mexico into Colorado quickly (I only drove 50-80 miles within NM) and then into the mountains. I'm fairly sure what I was driving in was not the Rockies, but they were certainly huge to me.
I felt like something of a Spanish explorer, seeing these things for the first time. At one point on the mountain, I looked down through the snow-dusted trees and saw an AmTrak passenger train snaking it's way through the area and it really solidified the fact that this was all totally foreign, but very amazing to me.
I ended up spending the night at a rest stop in Colorado City, about 35 miles away from Pueblo, CO which is my final destination.
So here I sit watching my breath pass by, waiting for my trailer to be unloaded.
Once I'm finished here, I am taking a strategically-placed 34 hour break to reset my hours for the week. I feel clever because Lauren is driving down from Denver to pick me up so I can spend my break in a new city, visiting with a good friend. It was all very spur of the moment, and just happened to fall into place at the last second.
Now, a story from a few days ago.
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This past Thursday I was driving through Louisiana on my way to Laredo when it was time to pull off the interstate to my fuel-stop in Lafayette. As I exited and made the turn onto the road where the truck stop I was supposed to fuel up at, I noticed two cop cars fly past me with their lights flashing. I looked ahead to where they had to have been going and it turned out that the truck stop I was assigned to fuel up at, was surrounded by HazMat teams, police, firefighters, and ambulances. For some unknown reason the entire place had been evacuated, and I definitely wasn't getting in. So I drove past it and began to look for a place to turn around. I had driven maybe 10 miles and was beginning to get impatient when I stumbled upon what looked like a perfect candidate for a turnaround.
I'm going to try to explain this as best as I can... I apologize if it doesn't translate well.
It was a dirt parking lot on the corner of a four-way intersection and looked completely doable. So I passed the intersection on my right, made my first right hand turn into the lot, and made my way to the exit. The light had turned red, so traffic in the lane I was going to turn into was slowing and stopping and it looked like nobody was going to let me out. A guy in a white Camry stopped before the exit of the lot so I made my turn. The cars had stacked up a bit at the light, so I didn't have room to completely turn into the lane, and was jutting out into oncoming traffic. So I cut back in hard to let traffic through, consequently making my turn very narrow. I saw in my right rearview mirrow that the back trailer wheels were in danger of falling into a small ditch if I didn't take the turn as wide as possible. I knew there was about a 50% chance that they were going to go into the ditch if I pulled forward, but backing up wasn't an option because I had traffic stopped already behind me. So I pulled forward slowly and the trailer wheels fell straight into the ditch. What I did not expect to happen, was the weight of the trailer to torque the tractor to the point of lifting the wheels off of the ground. I gave it gas, trying to pull the trailer out not knowing that my wheels were just spinning in the air. Once I saw I wasn't moving, I got out to survey the damage.
You can imagine my surprise and embarassment when I saw the situation. I was completely blocking one lane of traffic, and partially blocking the other (it was a two lane road). More than any of that though, I had a sinking feeling when I realized that the trailer (which had 45,000 lbs of weight in the back) was leaning so badly that it was only a few degrees from flipping the over.
Seeing part of your truck completely off of the ground is not a good thing.
And blocking two lanes of traffic on a two lane road wasn't cool either.
A cop who had been watching the whole thing from a car-wash across the street started walking over to me and I met him halfway in the now-blocked street. He was pretty pissed at first and asked me what I intended to do to fix the situation and I told him that I wasn't exactly sure how this was going to get fixed, but to give me a few minutes.
I got back into the truck and sent a message to the company through the computer letting them know that I was stuck, and to send help. I got a response saying that they were sending a truck-tow-truck.
Before I got into the trucking industry I wasn't ever sure that something like that existed.
During my training, we broke down in St. Louis and had to enlist the help of one, so I knew what to expect this time. I was curious to see exactly how the tow truck driver was going to approach this one though.
About thirty minutes after I sent the call for help to the company, I saw my tow truck approaching. It pulled into the parking lot and stopped with a great hiss of air and dust. A huge beast of a man climbed out of the truck wearing sunglasses and a name-patch on his shirt that said simply, "Big John-- Supervisor"
I knew it was serious when I saw that they sent out the big guns, haha.
He reached into the side of the truck and pulled out a set of massive chains which he dragged towards me, one in each hand. As he approached me menacingly he asked without looking at me,
"How much is in the trailer?"
"Forty-five" I responded, wondering if this man was going to kill me.
He proceeded to attach the chains to the back of the trailer and then move his truck into the street. He opened a compartment that was filled with levers, and pulled a red one which extended legs which were going to be used for stabilization from the truck to the ground. He walked around to the other side and did the same.
I stood back, and watched as somehow this man managed to completely lift my trailer out of the ditch and back into the street, using a mini-crane on the back of his truck.
The entire process lasted maybe twenty minutes. Once he was finished, I asked if he would let me take a picture of him. When I did this, his beastly exterior melted away as he looked down at him self fancifully and asked "In THESE clothes?" He reminded me of a girl. I smiled as he posed against the truck for the photo.
Moral of the story: take turns wide and you can never be sure who wants their picture taken.
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I'm Denver-bound, sans-truck.
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Saturday, March 22, 2008
Somewhere in Texas
Just a very brief post from somewhere in Texas. I'm at the top of a large hill/small mountain, sitting cross-legged in the grass watching the sun go down. Today is one of the good days. It's finally cooling down, and there is even a breeze. Hopefully sleeping tonight won't be uncomfortable as a result.
Made my first video for the video blog (which hasn't happened yet, but will as soon as I get a USB cable) which I've named, "The Truck Stop Walkthrough" Unoriginal I know, but who cares. Anyway, that should be up soon, and of course I'll inform everyone as to where that will be.
Howdy from the Texas sunset.
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Made my first video for the video blog (which hasn't happened yet, but will as soon as I get a USB cable) which I've named, "The Truck Stop Walkthrough" Unoriginal I know, but who cares. Anyway, that should be up soon, and of course I'll inform everyone as to where that will be.
Howdy from the Texas sunset.
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Friday, March 21, 2008
I Am Leading a Double Life
The title says it all. I am truly leading a double life.
You see, when I walked through the door of the truckstop today that said "professional drivers only" I was infiltrating foreign territory. I am not a truck driver, nor will I ever be. Driving a truck isn't even my profession. I don't feel at home or even totally comfortable amongst true truck drivers. I am merely playing a role. I feel like a spy. I feel guilty because I'm only using truck-driving as a tool to get out of debt, and back into school. It's merely a stepping stone whereas for the truck drivers, it's the whole damn ground they walk on. For me it's an option, for them its a last chance. This makes me feel like I don't belong. And I don't.
The interesting part is, I can do it as well as any of them, maybe even better.
Because I drive a truck I can get away with certain things. I can smell a little bit like a days worth of hard work, and nobody will think twice. I can wear whatever the fuck I want, and not have to worry because everyone else will look just as bad.
And to them-- it's the uniform.
I can talk as poorly as I want, and everyone will understand.
I can get away with not shaving for a week, which is nice sometimes. Today I'm on day 4.
There is my trucking life, and then there is my normal life-- which is what I consider real life. My friends keep me going through all of this, though when I'm on the road it feels like I'm talking to them from another dimension. From outer space or something. And when they happen to interact with me inside the trucking world, well it's just strange.
When I look at people in cars or on the street who are looking at me as I drive the truck, I can't help but think to myself, "You really just have no idea who I am, do you?"
I know what I look like, but I am not a truck driver. Nor will I ever be one.
I promise I clean up nice, though.
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Hello from Laredo, Texas. I feel like I'm in another country. I've heard more Spanish than I have English today, some of it from myself-- very poorly though. I got the load to Laredo from Flomaton, Florida on time but just barely. With twelve minutes to spare, in fact. I ran into a bit of a problem yesterday, which I'll post about later this evening, but due to that and taking a bit too much time with my friends, I had to really focus and plan well to get the load to Texas on time. Truth be told, I was nearly certain that I wasn't going to be able to make it.
Somehow, I did it. And it really made my morning.
I had to back the truck up to a very tough spot, quite tight, and a trucker who was standing by ended up guiding me in (that sounds so damn dirty-- I apologize haha). It took me about 15-20 minutes, but I put the truck where it needed to go. And the way I look at it is, if I can do that and keep having to do that-- I'll get pretty good pretty quickly.
I got the bill of lading, and that finished my second trip by myself.
It was a load of cotton, by the way. 35,000 lbs worth. I think I'm going to keep a list of the materials I'm carrying and the weight. In fact, I'm going to keep a list of all the places I stop, all the roads I travel, the people I meet, and just interesting things from the road. Then, once I'm done put everything in a box and leave it alone for a few months. Then revisit it, and see what happens.
I've been thinking of trying to write a book.
We'll see how that works out.
I think I'm going to start using my voice recorder from the road. It'll help to pass the time, and I can cover a lot of ground pretty quickly, and record things as I think of them. I find myself thinking some pretty profound, and at times quite strange, things.
These things need to be recorded, ha.
I think I may get a paycheck this coming week. If not, that will suck-- but what can you do?
Anyway, Laredo is very dusty and very hot. It really is like another country in a lot of different ways. US border patrol guards are sitting at a table not far from me, which I've never seen before. Ironically, their server is Mexican. There is something to be said about that, though I'm not sure what.
Earlier today I got stuck in a Spanish-speaking section of town on a non-truck route, and knew only enough Spanish to ask, "Where is the interstate?" but not enough to understand anyone's responses.
Comical.
Anyhow, it's time to go clean the truck up a bit-- and then take a shower.
Then of course, more posting.
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You see, when I walked through the door of the truckstop today that said "professional drivers only" I was infiltrating foreign territory. I am not a truck driver, nor will I ever be. Driving a truck isn't even my profession. I don't feel at home or even totally comfortable amongst true truck drivers. I am merely playing a role. I feel like a spy. I feel guilty because I'm only using truck-driving as a tool to get out of debt, and back into school. It's merely a stepping stone whereas for the truck drivers, it's the whole damn ground they walk on. For me it's an option, for them its a last chance. This makes me feel like I don't belong. And I don't.
The interesting part is, I can do it as well as any of them, maybe even better.
Because I drive a truck I can get away with certain things. I can smell a little bit like a days worth of hard work, and nobody will think twice. I can wear whatever the fuck I want, and not have to worry because everyone else will look just as bad.
And to them-- it's the uniform.
I can talk as poorly as I want, and everyone will understand.
I can get away with not shaving for a week, which is nice sometimes. Today I'm on day 4.
There is my trucking life, and then there is my normal life-- which is what I consider real life. My friends keep me going through all of this, though when I'm on the road it feels like I'm talking to them from another dimension. From outer space or something. And when they happen to interact with me inside the trucking world, well it's just strange.
When I look at people in cars or on the street who are looking at me as I drive the truck, I can't help but think to myself, "You really just have no idea who I am, do you?"
I know what I look like, but I am not a truck driver. Nor will I ever be one.
I promise I clean up nice, though.
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Hello from Laredo, Texas. I feel like I'm in another country. I've heard more Spanish than I have English today, some of it from myself-- very poorly though. I got the load to Laredo from Flomaton, Florida on time but just barely. With twelve minutes to spare, in fact. I ran into a bit of a problem yesterday, which I'll post about later this evening, but due to that and taking a bit too much time with my friends, I had to really focus and plan well to get the load to Texas on time. Truth be told, I was nearly certain that I wasn't going to be able to make it.
Somehow, I did it. And it really made my morning.
I had to back the truck up to a very tough spot, quite tight, and a trucker who was standing by ended up guiding me in (that sounds so damn dirty-- I apologize haha). It took me about 15-20 minutes, but I put the truck where it needed to go. And the way I look at it is, if I can do that and keep having to do that-- I'll get pretty good pretty quickly.
I got the bill of lading, and that finished my second trip by myself.
It was a load of cotton, by the way. 35,000 lbs worth. I think I'm going to keep a list of the materials I'm carrying and the weight. In fact, I'm going to keep a list of all the places I stop, all the roads I travel, the people I meet, and just interesting things from the road. Then, once I'm done put everything in a box and leave it alone for a few months. Then revisit it, and see what happens.
I've been thinking of trying to write a book.
We'll see how that works out.
I think I'm going to start using my voice recorder from the road. It'll help to pass the time, and I can cover a lot of ground pretty quickly, and record things as I think of them. I find myself thinking some pretty profound, and at times quite strange, things.
These things need to be recorded, ha.
I think I may get a paycheck this coming week. If not, that will suck-- but what can you do?
Anyway, Laredo is very dusty and very hot. It really is like another country in a lot of different ways. US border patrol guards are sitting at a table not far from me, which I've never seen before. Ironically, their server is Mexican. There is something to be said about that, though I'm not sure what.
Earlier today I got stuck in a Spanish-speaking section of town on a non-truck route, and knew only enough Spanish to ask, "Where is the interstate?" but not enough to understand anyone's responses.
Comical.
Anyhow, it's time to go clean the truck up a bit-- and then take a shower.
Then of course, more posting.
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
Flomaton, AL
1:59 PM 3/19/2008 Flomaton AL, dirt patch next to Flomaton High School, driver's seat
So, parking is one of my biggest concerns so far. I can back up the truck pretty much however I need to though sometimes it may take a while. I can drive for hours on end on the interstate (anybody can keep it in between the lines), and operate it however I need to. Parking though, is a different story. At night, truck stops and rest stops fill up so there is no space which forces you to be a little creative in your parking, or you readjust your driving times. So far I've parked in front of a closed bbq cafe, at a yet-to-be-built truck stop, in front of a no parking sign at a truck stop, and a rest stop spot I found by chance. Last night however, I found the best place so far, and if I'm ever within 20 miles of this place again I'll come back without a doubt.
As I was driving through really small and rural Florida towns, I became more and more intent on finding a place to park in the near future. I only saw one other big truck in front of me, so I asked on the CB if he knew a decent place to park and he told me there was a What-a-burger right on the corner of the place I was supposed to turn off at. So I took his advice and gingerly crept into the place, not sure if it was going to work out yet or not. Once I got in though, I saw that it was an ideal place. I didn't have to back into a spot, I could just pull through. Once I parked I went inside to check how far the shipper was from there, and found out it was less than 10 miles away. That sealed the deal and I went back to the truck, turned it off, and logged off for the night. I couldn't contain my appetite, so I had to order some food.
While I was standing and staring at the menu, I made small talk with the manager and the girl working the counter. When they started talking to me as though I was a normal person I knew right away that it was a really good thing that I had chosen to stay there for the night.
I have found that many people think that because I am driving a truck, I am a moron. I don't mean they think I'm foolish for choosing to drive a truck, I mean that they think a am a fool BECAUSE I drive a truck. So a lot of the times I am faced with condesending tones, holier-than-thou attitudes, and just plain nastiness. Now, I am by no means a genius and brilliant isn't a word I'd use to describe myself, but I am certainly not stupid. It's insulting to be judged before I even get a chance to speak. and being labeled is no fun. I've never really run into anything like this before, so it's definitely an interesting experience. I don't even try to fight it though, because once people have made up their minds that 2+2= 5, there is no convincing them otherwise.
I really can't count the number of times though that I've had people look at me like I took a shit on their shoes when I try to talk to them.
Because I drive a truck.
Think about it.
Anyway, having people treat me like a normal person was great and it really helps to fight the ever-present lonliness thats lurking out on the road. They asked me how long I had been driving and I told them it was actually my fourth or fifth day out on the road. I was quick to tell them that it was only a temporary thing, a way to get out of debt and get back into college. Whenever anyone takes the time to talk me, I find myself always quickly explaining that its not permanent. That I'm not a truck driver, just a guy who's driving a truck. There is a big difference. As I tried paying for my meal, my card was declined and I was short a couple of bucks. The manager, who had either driven truck before or has a husband who did-- I can't remember, told me she knew how it was starting out and not to worry about it, she'd take care of it. I was taken totally aback by her kindness.
As I sat down and ate my meal I was aware of how far I was from home but somehow I felt comfortable where I was at that moment. It's strange having two conflicting sets of... comforts... staring eachother in the face. The burger was good, and the soda was great also (I totally broke my diet) and then I found out two very important and exciting pieces of information: 1. They had wi-fi that was FREE and 2. The lobby was open 24 hours. I quickly ran outside, got my laptop, and set up shop inside. Once I had settled in, I asked all the employees and the two managers if I could take a picture. They kindly obliged and then all conspired together and gave me a whataburger hat signed by all of them. As well as a take out menu, a compass (they told me it was for if I ever lost my way, it would help me find my way back to my friends-- I have it hanging right in front of me in the truck. I don't think they'll know the meaning I've attached to it) and a card that was good for a free combo meal. They really took care of me there. I got an e-mail address and a myspace page from them, and I told them to circulate my blog address once I gave it to them.
So, if any of you are reading this-- you really made a traveller and a lonely guy feel at home. So thank you.
I spent a good six hours or so doing things I had put off doing for lack of internet connection, and as a result my laptop is pretty much completely up to par. AND I just figured out how to power the laptop from inside the truck-- the battery (SP) is pretty terrible. So, I should be able to update a bit more often now. And as soon as I get a USB cable I'll be adding pictures.
So now I sit and wait for Brittany, Dan, and Taylor to meet me on their way back to Auburn. As it turns out, my route to Texas and their route intersect so I'm taking a bit of time to hang out with them, because I can never have too much of a set of friendly faces. (So much for not blending personal time and business)
If each day was like the last 24 hours, I think this whole experience will be a great one.
Keep reading.
So, parking is one of my biggest concerns so far. I can back up the truck pretty much however I need to though sometimes it may take a while. I can drive for hours on end on the interstate (anybody can keep it in between the lines), and operate it however I need to. Parking though, is a different story. At night, truck stops and rest stops fill up so there is no space which forces you to be a little creative in your parking, or you readjust your driving times. So far I've parked in front of a closed bbq cafe, at a yet-to-be-built truck stop, in front of a no parking sign at a truck stop, and a rest stop spot I found by chance. Last night however, I found the best place so far, and if I'm ever within 20 miles of this place again I'll come back without a doubt.
As I was driving through really small and rural Florida towns, I became more and more intent on finding a place to park in the near future. I only saw one other big truck in front of me, so I asked on the CB if he knew a decent place to park and he told me there was a What-a-burger right on the corner of the place I was supposed to turn off at. So I took his advice and gingerly crept into the place, not sure if it was going to work out yet or not. Once I got in though, I saw that it was an ideal place. I didn't have to back into a spot, I could just pull through. Once I parked I went inside to check how far the shipper was from there, and found out it was less than 10 miles away. That sealed the deal and I went back to the truck, turned it off, and logged off for the night. I couldn't contain my appetite, so I had to order some food.
While I was standing and staring at the menu, I made small talk with the manager and the girl working the counter. When they started talking to me as though I was a normal person I knew right away that it was a really good thing that I had chosen to stay there for the night.
I have found that many people think that because I am driving a truck, I am a moron. I don't mean they think I'm foolish for choosing to drive a truck, I mean that they think a am a fool BECAUSE I drive a truck. So a lot of the times I am faced with condesending tones, holier-than-thou attitudes, and just plain nastiness. Now, I am by no means a genius and brilliant isn't a word I'd use to describe myself, but I am certainly not stupid. It's insulting to be judged before I even get a chance to speak. and being labeled is no fun. I've never really run into anything like this before, so it's definitely an interesting experience. I don't even try to fight it though, because once people have made up their minds that 2+2= 5, there is no convincing them otherwise.
I really can't count the number of times though that I've had people look at me like I took a shit on their shoes when I try to talk to them.
Because I drive a truck.
Think about it.
Anyway, having people treat me like a normal person was great and it really helps to fight the ever-present lonliness thats lurking out on the road. They asked me how long I had been driving and I told them it was actually my fourth or fifth day out on the road. I was quick to tell them that it was only a temporary thing, a way to get out of debt and get back into college. Whenever anyone takes the time to talk me, I find myself always quickly explaining that its not permanent. That I'm not a truck driver, just a guy who's driving a truck. There is a big difference. As I tried paying for my meal, my card was declined and I was short a couple of bucks. The manager, who had either driven truck before or has a husband who did-- I can't remember, told me she knew how it was starting out and not to worry about it, she'd take care of it. I was taken totally aback by her kindness.
As I sat down and ate my meal I was aware of how far I was from home but somehow I felt comfortable where I was at that moment. It's strange having two conflicting sets of... comforts... staring eachother in the face. The burger was good, and the soda was great also (I totally broke my diet) and then I found out two very important and exciting pieces of information: 1. They had wi-fi that was FREE and 2. The lobby was open 24 hours. I quickly ran outside, got my laptop, and set up shop inside. Once I had settled in, I asked all the employees and the two managers if I could take a picture. They kindly obliged and then all conspired together and gave me a whataburger hat signed by all of them. As well as a take out menu, a compass (they told me it was for if I ever lost my way, it would help me find my way back to my friends-- I have it hanging right in front of me in the truck. I don't think they'll know the meaning I've attached to it) and a card that was good for a free combo meal. They really took care of me there. I got an e-mail address and a myspace page from them, and I told them to circulate my blog address once I gave it to them.
So, if any of you are reading this-- you really made a traveller and a lonely guy feel at home. So thank you.
I spent a good six hours or so doing things I had put off doing for lack of internet connection, and as a result my laptop is pretty much completely up to par. AND I just figured out how to power the laptop from inside the truck-- the battery (SP) is pretty terrible. So, I should be able to update a bit more often now. And as soon as I get a USB cable I'll be adding pictures.
So now I sit and wait for Brittany, Dan, and Taylor to meet me on their way back to Auburn. As it turns out, my route to Texas and their route intersect so I'm taking a bit of time to hang out with them, because I can never have too much of a set of friendly faces. (So much for not blending personal time and business)
If each day was like the last 24 hours, I think this whole experience will be a great one.
Keep reading.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
My Friends
Thank you so much to all of my friends. I'm so very lucky to know all of you. Without you all, I'd be dying out here.
It's terribly lonely at times on the road, especially at night.
But knowing that I have people out there, wondering about me, maybe even reading...
it helps.
It's terribly lonely at times on the road, especially at night.
But knowing that I have people out there, wondering about me, maybe even reading...
it helps.
Ebro, Florida
5:22 PM 3/17/2008 Ebro, Florida (in between Panama City and Destin), Ebro Cafe table by the door
So here I sit, four days into my solo trucking career stuck in one spot for the second time in two days. It feels incredible to be driving by myself and I can honestly say that I am the happiest that I have ever been alone. I was assigned my truck on Thursday, and assigned a load the next day. Much to my surprise and satisfaction the load picked up in Memphis, stopped near Little Rock Arkansas, and then delivered in Madison Alabama. I couldn't think of a better destination for my first run.
The trip to Little Rock was totally uneventful, which is the way I would like it to be every time.
Once I got to Little Rock to the Target distribution center where I was delivering part of the load, I met a dock worker named Dewey who was the man unloading my truck. We spoke about what it was like working in a warehouse and ways that it can be improved.
During my training I became more and more interested in the business side of the transportation and supply-chain industry. I've been speaking at length with my friend Dan Nguyen about his degree and future career in supply-chain management and the more I hear him talk about it and hear how passionate he is about it, the more I realize how passionate I am when I speak about it and the more I really think that once I get into school I'm going to pursue that particular degree. And with the amount of time that I end up spending in the trucking industry, I'll be practically guarenteed a job. Which would be nice.
But really, who knows?
After Little Rock it was off to Huntsville. It took about forever to get the truck loaded so I could only make it to Memphis before it was time to turn in. I didn't mind at all because at the time the sky over Memphis looked like the second coming might be happening, so pulling over wasn't that big of an issue. I had to go to two different truck stops before I could find a spot to park, and even then it was right next to a No Parking sign. I decided to try my luck seeing as how it was a truck stop sign and not a local gov. one. It took me just about forever to parallel park my truck which was upsetting because at the academy, I could do it without a problem. My confidence level just isn't up yet, and I think as a result my ability is suffering.
With the morning time came my time to head off to Madison.
I made it there in decent time, and even stopped at a tiny little store/truck stop in Mississippi for long enough to get a shower, which was nice. Once I got to the Target distribution center, I dropped my trailer and left the grounds feeling great having successfully delivered my first load.
Then I took off to Huntsville.
As I was driving, I got a load assignment to pick up a load in... wait for it... PANAMA CITY BEACH FLORIDA! That's two out of two load assignments that were great places to go. Now I can say that I went to Panama City Beach for Spring break. So, the plan was to take only ten hours in Huntsville and get down to Panama City Beach as quickly as possible so as to maybe be able to sit down and have some nice seafood. But as plans normally go, this one didn't work out. I spent a good four hours of my originally planned ten hour break showing the truck to my family and taking them on a short ride in it, nearly getting stuck in the process.
During this time I decided that I wasn't ever going to take the truck anywhere else that I don't know for sure that it CAN go.
I went to Walmart at some point, bought truck supplies, and then ended up taking it back home anyway to sleep.
The next morning it was off to Panama City Beach.
I have found out that while I'm on company time if I am not in the truck, or doing something to work towards my final destination, I am frantic and frazzled. So I have decided that under most circumstances I am never going to blend personal friend time with business time.
I am much too fond of my friends and would almost certainly be late as a result.
The drive to Panama city Beach was great. Incredible, even. I stopped at the Florida welcome center and treated myself to some fresh orange juice, which tasted heavenly. Seeing as how my truck did not have a satisfactory sound system in it, I bought an inverter and put home stereo in it. So as anyone could guess, I listened to much house music (DAFT PUNK) on the way down. If I pretended hard enough, I could almost imagine that I was one of the many spring-breakers that I was being passed by on the road.
Once I got to Panama City, I got directions from a drunk man on a bicycle and found my way to the shipper, where I was issued a hard hat and safety goggles. I weaved my way through this mill which smelled of cabbage, backed the truck up to the dock, and then was told that I wasn't going to be loaded because the trailer was too old.
No good.
So then I spent the rest of the night searching for a trailer, which was a bust, and ended up parking at a rest stop-- feeling like shit. I felt discouraged, useless, and most of all like a failure.
You see, it was my responsibility to ensure that the trailer I hooked up to in Madison was of a certain age. This I did not do (I didn't know untill afterward that I was supposed to) and as a result the load was going to be late. My second load.
I washed up, worked out (I've brought my weights on the road), talked on the phone, and then
crashed hard untill morning.
I woke up around noon with no word of what I was going to do and where I was going to go next. I washed up, inspected the truck, wiped the windows and mirrors down, and called Swift to find out what was up. I spoke with my driver manager who explained to me that these things happen and that I'm a new driver and that it's no big deal. I'd be lying if I said that hearing this man tell me this didn't take a huge weight off of my shoulders. He told me to head to Destin to find a trailer. En-route to Destin I called where I was supposed to be going to verify that they even HAD any empty trailers to swap out with to find that they did not.
And that brings me to the Ebro cafe. I pulled off to wait for further instruction and stepped inside to find an outlet to plug the laptop up to, and to grab a bite to eat.
Three glasses of water and one plate of rice and gravy later I'm still waiting on Swift to let me know what's up.
In a way I'm glad I'm seeing the shortcomings of this company like this, because I think it'll give me an idea of what needs to be improved if I ever get into the upper-level side of the industry.
So for now I'm going to step outside, listen to the wind in the palm fronds, and wait.
(sorry for any spelling errors. I haven't been proof reading anything lately)
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So here I sit, four days into my solo trucking career stuck in one spot for the second time in two days. It feels incredible to be driving by myself and I can honestly say that I am the happiest that I have ever been alone. I was assigned my truck on Thursday, and assigned a load the next day. Much to my surprise and satisfaction the load picked up in Memphis, stopped near Little Rock Arkansas, and then delivered in Madison Alabama. I couldn't think of a better destination for my first run.
The trip to Little Rock was totally uneventful, which is the way I would like it to be every time.
Once I got to Little Rock to the Target distribution center where I was delivering part of the load, I met a dock worker named Dewey who was the man unloading my truck. We spoke about what it was like working in a warehouse and ways that it can be improved.
During my training I became more and more interested in the business side of the transportation and supply-chain industry. I've been speaking at length with my friend Dan Nguyen about his degree and future career in supply-chain management and the more I hear him talk about it and hear how passionate he is about it, the more I realize how passionate I am when I speak about it and the more I really think that once I get into school I'm going to pursue that particular degree. And with the amount of time that I end up spending in the trucking industry, I'll be practically guarenteed a job. Which would be nice.
But really, who knows?
After Little Rock it was off to Huntsville. It took about forever to get the truck loaded so I could only make it to Memphis before it was time to turn in. I didn't mind at all because at the time the sky over Memphis looked like the second coming might be happening, so pulling over wasn't that big of an issue. I had to go to two different truck stops before I could find a spot to park, and even then it was right next to a No Parking sign. I decided to try my luck seeing as how it was a truck stop sign and not a local gov. one. It took me just about forever to parallel park my truck which was upsetting because at the academy, I could do it without a problem. My confidence level just isn't up yet, and I think as a result my ability is suffering.
With the morning time came my time to head off to Madison.
I made it there in decent time, and even stopped at a tiny little store/truck stop in Mississippi for long enough to get a shower, which was nice. Once I got to the Target distribution center, I dropped my trailer and left the grounds feeling great having successfully delivered my first load.
Then I took off to Huntsville.
As I was driving, I got a load assignment to pick up a load in... wait for it... PANAMA CITY BEACH FLORIDA! That's two out of two load assignments that were great places to go. Now I can say that I went to Panama City Beach for Spring break. So, the plan was to take only ten hours in Huntsville and get down to Panama City Beach as quickly as possible so as to maybe be able to sit down and have some nice seafood. But as plans normally go, this one didn't work out. I spent a good four hours of my originally planned ten hour break showing the truck to my family and taking them on a short ride in it, nearly getting stuck in the process.
During this time I decided that I wasn't ever going to take the truck anywhere else that I don't know for sure that it CAN go.
I went to Walmart at some point, bought truck supplies, and then ended up taking it back home anyway to sleep.
The next morning it was off to Panama City Beach.
I have found out that while I'm on company time if I am not in the truck, or doing something to work towards my final destination, I am frantic and frazzled. So I have decided that under most circumstances I am never going to blend personal friend time with business time.
I am much too fond of my friends and would almost certainly be late as a result.
The drive to Panama city Beach was great. Incredible, even. I stopped at the Florida welcome center and treated myself to some fresh orange juice, which tasted heavenly. Seeing as how my truck did not have a satisfactory sound system in it, I bought an inverter and put home stereo in it. So as anyone could guess, I listened to much house music (DAFT PUNK) on the way down. If I pretended hard enough, I could almost imagine that I was one of the many spring-breakers that I was being passed by on the road.
Once I got to Panama City, I got directions from a drunk man on a bicycle and found my way to the shipper, where I was issued a hard hat and safety goggles. I weaved my way through this mill which smelled of cabbage, backed the truck up to the dock, and then was told that I wasn't going to be loaded because the trailer was too old.
No good.
So then I spent the rest of the night searching for a trailer, which was a bust, and ended up parking at a rest stop-- feeling like shit. I felt discouraged, useless, and most of all like a failure.
You see, it was my responsibility to ensure that the trailer I hooked up to in Madison was of a certain age. This I did not do (I didn't know untill afterward that I was supposed to) and as a result the load was going to be late. My second load.
I washed up, worked out (I've brought my weights on the road), talked on the phone, and then
crashed hard untill morning.
I woke up around noon with no word of what I was going to do and where I was going to go next. I washed up, inspected the truck, wiped the windows and mirrors down, and called Swift to find out what was up. I spoke with my driver manager who explained to me that these things happen and that I'm a new driver and that it's no big deal. I'd be lying if I said that hearing this man tell me this didn't take a huge weight off of my shoulders. He told me to head to Destin to find a trailer. En-route to Destin I called where I was supposed to be going to verify that they even HAD any empty trailers to swap out with to find that they did not.
And that brings me to the Ebro cafe. I pulled off to wait for further instruction and stepped inside to find an outlet to plug the laptop up to, and to grab a bite to eat.
Three glasses of water and one plate of rice and gravy later I'm still waiting on Swift to let me know what's up.
In a way I'm glad I'm seeing the shortcomings of this company like this, because I think it'll give me an idea of what needs to be improved if I ever get into the upper-level side of the industry.
So for now I'm going to step outside, listen to the wind in the palm fronds, and wait.
(sorry for any spelling errors. I haven't been proof reading anything lately)
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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I'm Back!
1:26 AM 3/14/2008
It feels like it's been forever since I updated, and the reason being is probably because it has been forever. Before I cover the present, let me cover the past first.
On March 4th, I finally completed my road training. I spent a total of 45 days on the road. Without doubt or uncertainty I can say that it was one of the most difficult things I've ever done in my entire life. Spending six weeks on the road with a total stranger who you have nothing in common with, and are forced to be taught by-- is something nobody is used to. Nor should they be.
Before I left for training, I made a surprise visit to Auburn to visit all of my friends and to surplus my interactions with people I cared about because I knew that I'd be hard pressed for things like that once I got on the road.
The day came for me to leave to Memphis once again. on a Greyhound bus once again. I hated it, once again.
I arrived in Memphis tired, but ready to take care of business. I had little trouble switching to business mode once i left Auburn. I was worried that I'd be left feeling empty and alone once I departed but the transition was very cut and dry, which was a relief.
I had two different trainers during the course of my time on the road. The first man was a fourty-five year old black man named Antonio that I had nothing in common with, and very much disliked. But, I knew that training was going to be a lot like boot camp and comfort really wasn't going to be in the cards for me. My very first trip was from Memphis, TN to Louisville Kentucky. About twenty minutes into the drive, Antonio told me he was going to go to sleep, which is totally against the rules for training. The mentor isn't supposed to sleep at all during the first week of training. If they do, it's something they could get fired for, without question. At the time I knew it was a little fishy, but I just kind of dealt with it.
For the two weeks I drove with Antonio, I was driven hard. Most of the time I was tired, and most of the time I smelled bad. It's funny in a way going from showering twice a day to maybe once every two or three. It became clear to me that Antonio was more focused on making money than he was with providing me with safe and adequete training. Mentors not only get paid for the miles that they drive, but also for the mileage of the student (who is on salary during training) So Antonio pressed for a ton of miles that at the time I wasn't totally prepared to handle. But, I did it and I kept quiet for two weeks untill one night he got a DOT (department of transportation) ticket at a scale house on the way back to Memphis. It turns out he didn't have a valid medical card (which any driver with a CDL is required to have on his person, at all times) He tried to argue with the state trooper who was issuing the ticket, and was nearly taken to jail as a result. All of this while I looked on thinking to myself that I needed to a new trainer. Once I got back to Memphis, I took a few days to think about it while he was on home time and decided to go ahead and make the move.
My next trainer was a 38 year old black man named Jacques Pierre. He was short, bald, and I had nothing in common with this man as well. Pierre was a helicopter pilot in the navy at one point, then when he retired from there he got a job as an FBI field agent. Both of his parents fell ill with cancer though, and so he gave up the best job of his life to take care of the people that birthed him. Very admirable.
My time with Pierre was long and stressful. As a person he's alright, but as a teacher he was pretty terrible. But I did my best to hold my tongue and to absorb everything he taught me and somehow I made ith through the six weeks. At times, it was near grueling. But the part that was tough wasn't being on the road, it was being on the road in close proximity with essentially a stranger for six weeks straight. I think it would push anyone's patience to the limits.
Not once during those six weeks did it ever feel like work. Not one time.
Somehow most of my time on the road wasn't lonely. Maybe it was because I was focusing on learning something totally new or maybe it was because leaving everything you know behind has some sort of strange appeal to it. All of my dissappeared more and more with each passing line painted on the road.
During my six weeks of road training I travelled to 24 states, saw some of the most beautiful city skylines at night, tromped around in close to two feet of snow, saw a lunar eclipse, grew a beard, missed home, missed people, thought of ex girlfriends, kicked myself for thinking of ex girlfriends, grew closer to many people who I haven't been close to in a while, and grew as a person in ways I never knew that I could.
Making this decision is easily one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life.
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If this post seems rushed and uninspired, it's mainly because it is. I apologize. I'm in a situation here where I have so much to talk about but little time to type it all out. In order to not fall behind I've sacrificed meaningful contenta bit here. Expect more updates soon, and current ones at that. I'm going to come back to stories from training though, so more things will be addressed.
It feels like it's been forever since I updated, and the reason being is probably because it has been forever. Before I cover the present, let me cover the past first.
On March 4th, I finally completed my road training. I spent a total of 45 days on the road. Without doubt or uncertainty I can say that it was one of the most difficult things I've ever done in my entire life. Spending six weeks on the road with a total stranger who you have nothing in common with, and are forced to be taught by-- is something nobody is used to. Nor should they be.
Before I left for training, I made a surprise visit to Auburn to visit all of my friends and to surplus my interactions with people I cared about because I knew that I'd be hard pressed for things like that once I got on the road.
The day came for me to leave to Memphis once again. on a Greyhound bus once again. I hated it, once again.
I arrived in Memphis tired, but ready to take care of business. I had little trouble switching to business mode once i left Auburn. I was worried that I'd be left feeling empty and alone once I departed but the transition was very cut and dry, which was a relief.
I had two different trainers during the course of my time on the road. The first man was a fourty-five year old black man named Antonio that I had nothing in common with, and very much disliked. But, I knew that training was going to be a lot like boot camp and comfort really wasn't going to be in the cards for me. My very first trip was from Memphis, TN to Louisville Kentucky. About twenty minutes into the drive, Antonio told me he was going to go to sleep, which is totally against the rules for training. The mentor isn't supposed to sleep at all during the first week of training. If they do, it's something they could get fired for, without question. At the time I knew it was a little fishy, but I just kind of dealt with it.
For the two weeks I drove with Antonio, I was driven hard. Most of the time I was tired, and most of the time I smelled bad. It's funny in a way going from showering twice a day to maybe once every two or three. It became clear to me that Antonio was more focused on making money than he was with providing me with safe and adequete training. Mentors not only get paid for the miles that they drive, but also for the mileage of the student (who is on salary during training) So Antonio pressed for a ton of miles that at the time I wasn't totally prepared to handle. But, I did it and I kept quiet for two weeks untill one night he got a DOT (department of transportation) ticket at a scale house on the way back to Memphis. It turns out he didn't have a valid medical card (which any driver with a CDL is required to have on his person, at all times) He tried to argue with the state trooper who was issuing the ticket, and was nearly taken to jail as a result. All of this while I looked on thinking to myself that I needed to a new trainer. Once I got back to Memphis, I took a few days to think about it while he was on home time and decided to go ahead and make the move.
My next trainer was a 38 year old black man named Jacques Pierre. He was short, bald, and I had nothing in common with this man as well. Pierre was a helicopter pilot in the navy at one point, then when he retired from there he got a job as an FBI field agent. Both of his parents fell ill with cancer though, and so he gave up the best job of his life to take care of the people that birthed him. Very admirable.
My time with Pierre was long and stressful. As a person he's alright, but as a teacher he was pretty terrible. But I did my best to hold my tongue and to absorb everything he taught me and somehow I made ith through the six weeks. At times, it was near grueling. But the part that was tough wasn't being on the road, it was being on the road in close proximity with essentially a stranger for six weeks straight. I think it would push anyone's patience to the limits.
Not once during those six weeks did it ever feel like work. Not one time.
Somehow most of my time on the road wasn't lonely. Maybe it was because I was focusing on learning something totally new or maybe it was because leaving everything you know behind has some sort of strange appeal to it. All of my dissappeared more and more with each passing line painted on the road.
During my six weeks of road training I travelled to 24 states, saw some of the most beautiful city skylines at night, tromped around in close to two feet of snow, saw a lunar eclipse, grew a beard, missed home, missed people, thought of ex girlfriends, kicked myself for thinking of ex girlfriends, grew closer to many people who I haven't been close to in a while, and grew as a person in ways I never knew that I could.
Making this decision is easily one of the best decisions I've ever made in my life.
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If this post seems rushed and uninspired, it's mainly because it is. I apologize. I'm in a situation here where I have so much to talk about but little time to type it all out. In order to not fall behind I've sacrificed meaningful contenta bit here. Expect more updates soon, and current ones at that. I'm going to come back to stories from training though, so more things will be addressed.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Reassurance
I have returned. True updates will be coming soon. Very soon. Within a day or two soon. I went a little crazy this past weekend and have been busy after that. A thousand apologies. Soon.
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