My new, final resting place

That's why the forklift driver was in a bad mood; he had to rearrange the entire load so there was NOTHING hanging over the back. And there isn't!

 

So, driver, you think you're something special because you drove 600.7 miles in one day, do you?

Yes, please.

Well, how about 657 miles in one day?

The thing about these long drives with a 64 mph truck is they do a lot of damage to your 70-hour clock. A lot. That is why I am here, far from my destination, with only 4 hours left...and no recap until tomorrow night. So the plan is to leave tomorrow morning after the Monday morning rush, find a nice place almost 4 hours away, and wait until midnight, when I recap 12 hours.

Then run like hell to Florida for delivery!

 

I prefer to manage my own business. I let them know - in writing, of course! - if there is a problem and do accept their input. But I'm the one with the CDL sitting alone in this truck, managing my times.

Today, for example, my DM told me not to run, to sit and wait for my 34-hr reset. I hate doing that with a passion. It's the lazy driver's way of managing a clock; since I know how to use recap to my benefit (and in the process not sit at a truck stop unless I want to) and knew I had many high-hour recap days ahead, I told him I had a better plan and would be doing it. He didn't like it until I told him doing it my way would get the product delivered tomorrow, not Wednesday.

Yeah, he liked my idea then.

 

Sitting in another of our dirt drop lots, this one in Greenville, Mississippi, waiting for a load to be delivered.