Time to start Houffing -- new gig at Houff Transfer

The guy who runs the dispatch desk in Richmond is named Mike. Mike has been there a long time. Long enough that he is effectively the terminal manager. Heck, he might officially be the terminal manager. He ain't much for small talk, though, so I ain't asked.

Welp, he's off this week. Family medical emergency. And while he's away, the Richmond dispatch window is being manned by Zane Houff, owner of the company. The guy whose name is affixed to every truck and trailer in the fleet is putting in a full shift every day this week dispatching freight.

The way this company runs their freight may not be everybody's cup of tea. There aren't a lot of easy miles. If you just want to close the left door and not open it for 8 hours, this ain't that kind of company. I usually pull 2-3 trailers per day.

But the company itself and the people who run it? Rock solid.

 

I was talking to Zane at that safety meeting I mentioned, and he said his grandfather gave him three rules for running a trucking company:

1. Never buy anything on credit.
2. Never run reefer.
3. Never haul cigarettes.

He's apparently taken all three to heart, because we don't run reefer or cigs, and the company has no long-term debt.

 

Freight most likely to get hijacked. At least when Grandpa Houff made the rules.

 

Yessir. Drove 4 different trailers yesterday. Drove 4 different trailers today.

I imagine this is what it feels like to be a local driver.