Ah, all that truck talk has got me warm inside. Larry is team driving with a student now, he got their next run in, somewhere in South Dakota or Montana (or both) and then down to Ontario CA... I'm nervous because we get on a plane soon. He promises he'll be home the day before. He and the student loaded in Logan in below zero, and wrestling tarps was quite the experience for the FNG. New Guy (I don't know his name yet, they don't name the flatbed drivers until they know they'll stick) appears to enjoy the work as compared to the solitude of the reefer runs.
I rode with MyLarry a few times when he was on the reefer fleet. We came across I-90 then I-80 after a big snowstorm, they'd just opened back up. I couldn't count all the truck wrecks and slideoffs. 80 across Wyoming on ice is scary as hell. Seeing driver-sized holes in windshields was terrifying. And the FedEx truck being unloaded from the side of the interstate... the pup was on top of the main trailer, facing east on the westbound lanes... yikes.
Elliott, wow, those are some tales! I had to help Larry chain is a snowstorm once, that's absolutely sucky.
Sleeping in the cab, crammed into the bunk with Larry, the reefer unit going off at random... that helped me sleep at Burning Man later! Nice thing about the flatbed, it is always quiet. Until the TAS goes off.
Okay, road trip! We got a big ole convoy.....
we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .