My new, final resting place

I finally made it out on one of those loads somebody else brought in and didn't finish for some reason. So I took the hay to Virginia and unloaded it and now I'm in one of our previously-unknown drop lots just down the street from Jerry Falwell's place, Liberty University, waiting for a t-call trailer to go somewhere.

I feel so spiritual now. All I need is the other driver to arrive...

 

But the aggravations in life continue and, unfortunately, bleed over into unrelated parts of my life...personal-work, work-personal.

It's enough to make one ponder how much longer one should put up with the risk, heat, and aggravation.

But we did get approval to use any IdleAir facility in the country. All I need to do is be somewhere with one, right?

 

But these are parked behind me, behind a building, collecting rust. They've been there a very long time and are in pretty bad shape.

 

They did...it was an instructor and student. They dropped my load and picked up pipe to Massachusetts. I delivered mine later that day and am now taking my break with a load a of aluminum heading north with 3 others from two other companies.

 

By the way, those are an early Mustang (probably '67-ish) and a 1970's Camaro. Why they're rusting away is unknown; it's a shame. They must be worth quite a bit, even in poor condition.

 

What an absolutely horrid, abysmal week this has been for me. I need this 34-hr reset. Badly.