Millis OTR journal

Wassup y'all. Greetings from Oak Creek WI. Tonight, I'll be spending the night in the parking lot of a Kenworth shop. I had a B service done on my truck yesterday at Trenton and they discovered oil in my power steering reservoir. They assumed it was the pump, so they replaced it. I picked up a load at the drop lot and had to go back to the shop because there was an issue with the trailer. They then discovered more oil in the reservoir and determined it was the compressor. Opie switched my load with a load going to the Milwaukee Miller plant and then sent me here. I may very well have to give up this truck. I'll know shortly. If they can get the parts in the morning, I'm good to go. If they have to order parts, they won't arrive until Monday. In which case they'll probably give me another truck. I have been fearing this situation. If I end up in one of the new trucks I'm gonna be a very sad trucker. My fingers are crossed. No matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere tonight. I wandered down the road to grab a hot meal and the first beer I've had in weeks. I am preparing to mourn. I will truly feel a loss if I get taken out of that truck. That's my mistress, my baby. And she's been mine for over a year. We've been through a lot together. I was hoping I'd have her until I bought my own. Today was a weird day, but a good one. I think that it's hilarious and ironic that once I finally got all the brewery lots up here figured out, I won't need that knowledge for much longer. I am still enjoying that accomplishment though, because that place is a friggin maze. Looking back, I am now treasuring the memory of my first trip there. I must have looked like a complete moron. Lost and green as hell. I am appreciating the battle scars. I'll need the calluses from those experiences. One thing I've noticed about the drivers here at Millis, at least the ones who have been here a while. They are very mentally tough and I feel like I'm a very different person from being around them and going through these runs. I wouldn't go back to my old life if you offered me a mountain of cash. Screw that. If you are reading this thread as someone looking for information on Millis, this will be the best thing you'll hear from me. And there are many good things that I'll fill your ear with, but this one matters to me the most. It has changed me as a person and I love it. I am unrecognizable from the person I was when I started this journey. I'll never be able to repay Millis for such an intangible thing. It's worth more to me than my CDL. They rebuilt me, and that was long overdue. I recognize that I'm rambling so I'll sign off. Hope you guys are doing well tonight. Be safe and stay warm. Keep the rubber down and check your pins. Goodnight y'all. Until tomorrow, peace.

 

What you're describing is a skill that not everyone possesses. Being able to talk to your ride and listen to her when she talks is something that can't be taught. I got it from my dad, clearly you inherited it from someone. It'll never let you down. Nor will your truck.

 

The parts will be here shortly and I'm keeping my baby Well, as long as there are no unforseen hiccups. Life is good.