My new experience with Gordon Trucking, post-buyout

Final mileage tally arrived today: 15,691 for 6 weeks. Not bad, considering the first two were pretty skimpy. The last week - a partial one as it turned out, due to, um, 'the situation' - 2,794 miles. My DM's were just beginning to understand me and work well with me, then this. Ah, well. Such is life.

On to the next adventure!

 

And once again, for the final time, there is no appeal, hence, no 'advise you' is needed. It's done and it's on to whatever lies in store for me this year. Time to get the Mustang out...well, once the snow melts...visit relatives, childhood home, and other points of interest.

Just not Wyoming.

 

Now that some time has passed and I am 'further down the road' - and I have shoveled 5 feet of packed snow off the driveway of my triple garage...by hand...and boy, wasn't that fun - I see that I have, indeed, accomplished everything I wanted to do in trucking. I've made two cross-country trips, survived miserable weather when other truckers ended up jackknifed on the median or down in the ditch, ate some of the best and worst food I've ever had, chained going up and down the Sierra Nevada mountains, paid a "fee" to get into New Mexico (because Gordon didn't put my truck number on "the list"), slept soundly in truck stops, rest areas, and on-ramps, and enjoyed wonderful satellite music. And while I was doing all that for six long weeks, I didn't gain a pound. Not one.

All in all, though short, my time with Gordon was productive and enjoyable. There will be times I will miss it, but I am not one to live in the past very much. I will, indeed, enjoy those grandkids and adult children, and I plan to visit a childhood home that I have not seen in more than 50 years. I will miss Wyoming, though. After my home state of Alaska, it was my second favorite state. Not so much anymore, though.

So, Gordon drivers and others whose trucks I won't recognize, if you see a hot yellow Mustang convertible flashing its high beams at you out on the road, smile and wave. It will be me, smiling and waving at the "aquatint and boatswain" truck going the other way.