starting roehl on Feb 25th

Right on. I don't envy anybody pulling those swaying loads. I've been lucky, the worst I've had so far was boat trailers out of Fox Lake. I was worried I'd get the same load as you coming out of that area. They sent me to the Twin Cities instead. I wasn't impressed.

 

I'm never impressed with any load picking up, delivering, or going through the twin cities. My Evo 3 DSR told me they had a window on one load so I slept a few more hours as to avoid going through Minneapolis rush hour. Apparently he forgot telling me that, and was upset, but I wouldn't have gone through it anyway. I've said many times here and in person that I'd rather go through Chicago several times a week than go through Minneapolis once a month.

 

They ran me to the drop yard to grab a load going 19 miles. I wasn't happy, but oh well. I ended up doing a few laps around the U of MN trying to find my way back to the interstate. Every way I tried was tore up with construction.

 

I know the feeling. The directions to the yard could've used some work, too, since I saw signs everywhere telling me I'm not supposed to be there. I ignored them on the way out, too, and just hopped back on the interstate. Our Newport yard is definitely not one of my favorites. On another note, if you're ever stuck there for a day you're only a few miles from the Mall of America.

 

I had no problem getting into the yard. I caught a glimpse of it from the interstate so that was reassuring. The directions to consignee however were awful. I ended up in a less than savory part of the wrong town. Not sure who came up with those directions, but I was not pleased.

 

Welcome to driving.

Been there, done that, and been stuck there overnight. In fact, it was on a 12 mile load in Milwaukee, which I soon learned had numerous gay bars. My quest for a beer and a burger didn't go so well. Instead I ended up eating off the McD's value menu after walking away from the two gay bars. There's something very strange about standing in the doorway of a gay bar, realizing many of them don't have their shirts on, and every single one of them is looking at you. I slept with my seatbelts through my doorhandles that night.

 

Gay bars in Milwaukee, old pervs at waysides... You seem to have bad luck.

 

Did I mention in that thread that the old man at the wayside said he was a teacher?

IN MILWAUKEE!



Anyway, time for some sleep.

 

Seen a big shiny red "Rail" truck over there smornin'......
no flatbed tho, big white box.

 

I'm guessing it was his, considering I've been to Wisconsin, delivered, picked up, and went home since I saw him in Kentucky. But who knows...