First time going solo OTR, im afraid.

Oh lawd hes pulling out around that pole at the corner. Stand back y'all...

//TEASE...

Trucking is a journey. You can be a soupuss or you can be happy.

But not too happy mind you, don't want your boss to suspect you are high and ship you to drug testing.

HA....

I have been told over and over and over most of my life that the big stuff in anything is not the issue. Its the detail work, or the tiny little curb or no post waiting to put a dent in that truck thats the problem.

Devil is in the details. Get going yer late already playing on this internet.

 

Oh man, I can't imagine what it would be like married to a woman that wants to get "involved" with the sad sacks. She's a Bronx girl, she ain't tryin to hear that game.

I got burnt out with handouts too, way before I started trucking. Comes from swinging in the Big Apple. Like, you'll get singled out on the subway for your skin color. If you're in the wrong neighborhood people assume your lost.

Probably almost got myself killed the first day on the job. I was in West Memphis and my newly assigned truck was still in the shop. After the first day of pacing the driver's room in the terminal the 2nd day I decided to take a bus to Memphis. There's only two busses a day! so once I crossed the Mississippi I was stranded for 6 hours.

White boy, from NY, never been in the south before, nor west of the Mississippi on the wrong side of Memphis. Didn't even have a map! I didn't have a smartphone back then. Had to figure my way through town with a map from the tourist center.

My "cover" was that I was laid off and hitching cross country to get home. (Not far from the truth.) I was shaggy enough to look like I'd fit in among the homeless anyway. So most "yo, wassup?" Guys would leave me be. Had one guy follow me for a bit, offered me some "aspirin" (wtf?!?) and told me about some party down town. Yeah, shady. He probably got the longest cover story. Made up stuff about being divorced, broke, dead relatives, etc. so he'd get the point I probably wasn't worth rolling. But at the end, (because I was really tired of him,) I made a big show of taking out a $20 I had stashed for the "tour". I must have really convinced him because he almost gave it back. Stuck mainly to Bourbon Street after that.

The other thing that keeps the rif raff away is actually working for a moving company. Our laborers have no patience for guys looking for "free money" when we're busting our backs slinging couches all day. Comes in all colors too. You can play the race card on me, (won't work but you can try.) but the Dominican and the black dude next to me will cuss you out worse than I ever could.

 

One trip and you will feel much better. I only get anxious when looking for new customers. I doubt that will ever go away.

 

How 'DID' his 'one trip' go?!?!?!?