Trucking can be like a bad marriage...

First..I still enjoy photography...and found this abandoned home, house, behind a truck stop...it was a bright sunny day...and the home was just 'there'...in a valley, behind the truck stop...



It had a kind of haunting 'The Evil Dead' cabin look to it...so I took the shot....

And of course...I'm able to tie this old abandoned home into 'Trucking can be like a bad marriage' thread...lot's of parallels to be made...

But sometimes it's best to allow the readers to make those parallels on their own...

But I kinda see the house as a 'gutted soul'...a remenant of what was...sadly what happens to many of us if we allow the isolation of this job to effect or shape our future...we become remenances of what we formerly were or could have become...

This house was full of potential once...bussling with love and activity...and it was the people, the families, inside of it that gave it it's unique 'nature'...remove the families, friends, and that love...and what you have is the above...just a frame...standing alone...

We cannot allow the same to happen to us....

Also...you used the words 'defeated' and 'eyes'...in the above...
I found that interesting...the eyes are very telling...

 

Hot sexy exotic truck...just the opposite of how most of us feel while driving around inside of them...



One of the things I often do is take photos of nice trucks I see at truck stops...sometimes the drivers inside look at me like 'Say what??'...

And other times...the drivers love the attention...and beg me to take as many pictures as I want...

I take shot's like this to show that their are still drivers out there who take pride in their rides...(and it helps to be in the SE...where there's no snow and salt on the roadways)...

Sometimes I wonder...if given the keys to a brand new International truck, as pictured above, would it spark renewed interest in my soul towards trucking??

I think it would or could, but only if..

1. I worked for Landstar and got to run where and when and how I chose to...no dispatcher at all...
(either landstar or just run as an independant with own truck and trailer and choose own loads from various boards)

2. If the truck were paid for out right...

Then trucking could be a good marriage again...at least for a while...

 

We made it...it's Friday!!....oh, that's right...I have to work tonight...my bag...




But none the less...it could be your lucky weekend in many ways....

On a different note, I've been wanting to get one of these for years...a small miniture portable treadmill that operates without electricity...



http://www.carolwrightgifts.com/Per...Machine/20024.cfm?clickSource=MIN_0700_101100

Although I'm not sure how sturdy it is...
But you could set something like this up right next to truck...or even inside of the truck...

It's in the Carol Wright gift magazine...all kinds of neat stuff in there...stuff mainly bored house wives like to scower through...but none the less...there's some neat stuff in here...

Anyways...happy Friday...let the day begin...
Good morning U4EA and the rest...

 

You paranormal science freak you....
Getting freaky with the science...I like I like....

Just kidding guy....I will definatly check it out a bit later...can't right now...cause I'm in an area with very low reception and would take forever to play...but when I get back into a 3G area..I'll check it out...

There's some stuff going down...domestic stuff...that I'll share with you later...stuff that could change my short term future...
And your just the one to help me get through it...

I mean I wonder if this is a 'butterfly' effect type thing you wrote about on the last page...I mean what led you here? And why do our thoughts seem to be so mirrored?

The sentiment we express about our soroundings and our place in it, are eerily similuar....amazing....(more on that later)

Right now I'm parked between two loud trucks...and will try to clean up and get my logs up to date while sitting here...

Oh, and one of my relatives cat's died this morning...on the street...I felt like crying as I picked it up...it was a young adult cat...in human years, probablly 15 or 16...or maybe 12...
And although I wasn't particularly close to it...I still remember it running around as a kitten...so those memories are forever embedded in my past...

I suspect it was poisoned...cause there was no sign of blood or impact trauma from a car...unless knocked out...Gosh I hope not...cause if it wakes up now...it will be inside of a bag and sufficate...

I'm sure it was dead....

Rest in Peace cat....

 

Is this a good investment for $4500.00??



I mean this is how guys use to get started...I called the owner today...and they said it was in decent shape...it's a 1988 model...

I started off in a cab over years ago...I wonder if I could get use to one again...but as a owner operator...I could pay this baby back quick...and start earning some real money instead of this pickel change....

What do ya think??

(hypithetical question since I know this is kinda a read only thread)...

 

Ahh...let's see...plates...insurance...DOT inspection...registration and transfers...hmm....

I'm not sure...but I'm thinking at least $1000....I guess...

But ye...I could earn back that $4500.00 in less than a month...depending on how I ran...
I did it once before long ago...but my mind was so not into it...that I really didn't pay attention to the details...

If I did it now...it would be for economic survival...to get myself ahead again...and since I'd be working for myself...my attitude would improove...I'd be making more, and be more independant...and with more revenue...could work towards other goals much quicker...like investing in other things...either another truck...to put someone in...or something totally unrelated...

I just know with money, your options open up a lot more...

(this same guy says he has another cab over in back for $3800.00)

 

I think a low key Florida mobster lent me money when i purchased my first truck...well, didn't really lend...but allowed me to make payments on the balance that was left after I put down a certain amount...

Why do I say mobster?

Cause the whole set up was odd...I had been trying to get loans for weeks...and all I got was no no and no...

Then I went to a car lot, that happened to have a truck on it...I inquired about it...told them I could put down such and such...and they said they would finance the rest...no interest, no credit check no questions or anything...(odd)...

I never met the older man who was extending this credit to me...but he lived in South Florida...like near the Fort Pierce, Vero beach area...

He kinda sounded like Rockys trainer from the movie...and he was always cool, calm and collective...which made me even more fearful and is why I paid him back so fast....(I've never paid back that amount of money that fast ever in my life)...

I got the impression that they were just using the lot as a 'front'...cause they all spoke with Brooklyn or Statton Iland accents or NE accents...

And here's what really raised my suspicion...
One day, I was mad at the auto/truck dealer...cause he went on vacation with the money I put down, instead of getting my paper work in order which was holding me up....so I went into his office all upset...

Well as I was leaving...I stopped at a grocery store...and some guys...this is key...some guys...(mobsters) got out of a 4 door sedan...in typical fashion...you know...the big glasses, the out dated disco shirts...all getting out in sync with one another, while looking at you through their shades...(believe me, I got the message, lower teer or not)



and they were looking at me like 'Hey, don't do that again'...

Well I'm not dumb...and got the message...

One thing about mobsters...the guys...their like stuck in the 70's...(if your around the lower end tear of that culture, then you'll know what I mean)...

You know...the big collors, the plad shirts....but they think they look good...but with that kind of 'power' you don't really care...you dress how you want...I mean who's gonna tell you other wise??
(I'm talken the lower end street level muscle...not the upper end ones)

Anyhow...I can't officially confirm who they were...but I'v been around...and just had a hunch...

After I paid the old man off, the remaining of the balance on the truck...he asked me 'Say, if ya ever need another loan, look me up'...

And I said..'Ok, thank you'...and never have even thought about calling him again and lost all his information...

I just have a hunch if I didn't pay him back...those same guys in the parking lot would of showed up at my house...no thanks...