Trucking can be like a bad marriage...

OK, here's the intersection I was at...back in the bayou swamp land...

And before that, me passing under interstate signs...I use to know a good friend here ions ago...

But I'm not done...am I ever done?
I have one more to upload after this...

 

Then moments after I left...and as i was driving north on 15...I saw where two deputies were investigating something down by the river....who knows what...

Maybe a body, a drowning, a alligator...who knows...

It's not my fault that I always just happen upon such things...

But me being me, I had to have a little fun with it...



Yes I know...I know...I deserve a spanking for that...



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Goodnight from Tennessee...



The birth place of the Klan...



I'm...well...I'm not going to say where I'm at this time...

I do have a little sense, crazy as I am...

Wow, what a trip...I go from SE...lots of blacks...to the SW...hardly no blacks, a ton of Mexicans and latins and South Americans...

Then I head out...through Arizona...lot's of John Wayne types, Clint Eastwood types...then through New Mexico...and Oaklahoma...lots of Native American reservations...

And now I'm in Tennessee...the birth place of the Klan...this state use to be very very Klan infested...I've read all about it in the past...

And now I'm here...and don't feel like venturing out in this 1958 looking truck stop...

I don't think they'd appreciate me running around in my stockings...



They might not exactly appreciate someone like me in these dern hills...

The barbie doll that I am, supposedly...

Anyhow...it's getting late...

I'd get in trouble in a state like Tennessee, if drunk and with a friend or two...

I'd want to pull some stunt, like in the movie Jk ###...where they do silly things and record it...

I'd love to walk into a gritty rebel establishment in drag...just to see their reaction...and have someone film it...

I'd walk in in drag, and end up getting 'dragged' out...

Oh, but the adrenaline rush...ye baby....

I thought not drinking would make me more sane and mellow me out...guess I was wrong...

shhh....I think I hear someone knocking on my door...







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Hey I ,made it through the night..yes...

Now about this truck I drive, I've never driven anything so fast in my life, or at least trucking life....

I'm going to nick name it 'The Road Runner'...



I'll admit it's easy to get drunk with power in this thing...

I'm a smart alic and i've got a fast ride...quick too...
odd though...from like 0-45 it's normal, but from 45 on up...it flys

And if I get a radio again...boy..the legend of the ghostchildd will once again be heard over the air waves...
That is if i last that long, I mean with my life I could end up in Africa next week...



Back soon these, Tennessee women are going wild with their feet on the windsheild today...photos...I promise you photos....

 

Hi, I have a twitter account now...had it, just never used it...but am going to try using it again here soon...and follow celebs, and create trouble and mayham...just kidding...

http://twitter.com/#!/ghostchildd

That's my twitter home page...no followers or anything, cause I haven't used it..
I'll get busy on it over the next few days...

Will have photos to post later today...lot's of good shots...
Tennessee feet against the windshield photos...

gotta go...will be rolling through Knoxville, TN shortly...

 

Tisk tisk tisk...

I tried to warn you all in my truck school about this...

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Although this isn't the desert above, it's still a long steep grade on I-40 just east of Knoxville, TN...

I told ya'll about trying to race and speed up long grades...what's the rush?

The mans engine blew up, cause he wasn't paying attention to his gauges, wasn't watching his water tempurature and so forth...

Now he's stuck on the side of the road...for hours, maybe even days...if his boss is mad at him, his boss may make him stay there for days, to teach him a lesson...

The man was in such a hurry to pass me.....wanted to proove he was more 'macho' than me...and now he looks at me in utter defeat, as I pass him...(poor thing, I should of stopped and gave him a hug)....

Anyways...grade driving takes skill...there's more to driving than just mashing down on the pedal...

(Oh, and did I forget to mention I have a twitter account now..http://twitter.com/#!/ghostchildd....yes, I know, shameless plug)

 

Totally wore out...sad thing is, I saw a 60 year old woman doing this the other day, we chatted at a rest area in Tennessee...she had two mini dobermans, maybe someone on here knows who it is...

A 60 year old lady out working me? no way...

Anyways...I'm in the Norfolk area...

Totally out of hours...

It was one of those...'They close at 14:30' type of deals...

I don't play that...I get way to emotional...being weird, sometimes helps you get your freight off...cause they just want to get rid of you...so they unload, just so you'll go away...



'Are you going to unload me Mr Shipper man??



Your late! Your 5 minutes late!...who do you think you are coming in here late!!

Ouch, let go of me you mean man...



Me and you need to have a little talk...
First, don't raise your voice at me, second, don't handle me that way anymore...and third...I need an apology from you...ok...I'm talking Tina...



Now let me tell you something you little freak...I don't like dolls, never have never will, how dare you come up in this warehouse telling me what to do...I'm going to squeeze the life out of you, you little putz...

I told you not to handle me like that anymore, or speak to me in that tone...



Hello...hey receiving, this is the manager...unload this weirdo right now...they give me the tingles...they're odd, and I just can't figure them out...

 

Ok, I'm back...

Very rarely am I so wore out that I just pull over to the shoulder before a ramp, put on flashers, and crash for 10-20 minutes...

I was just sapped...couldn't go another mile in search of blah blah...

Most don't know what it's like to be totally spent, and then have to still drive 30-80 miles just to find a place to park, and that's no garuntee there will be a spot to park...

And then you might have to pay to park there...

I just ran from East Coast to West Coast, back to East Coast, with no time off...I'm sapped...totally sapped...

It has an accumilative effect on you...

5 or 600 miles a day, might not seem like a lot...but it is...it requires a minimum of 10 hours to do either...

And most don't, can't just sit there and drive at 65mph for 10 straight hours...
Maybe when your young and fresh you can...but I can't anymore..

I get bored, have to take breaks, eat, restroom, just walk and stretch...

And each time you stop, you just add 20 to 30 minutes more you have to drive to reach 500 miles...

On paper it may seem like you can do 500 miles in

500 / 65
________
7.69 hrs

But I've never done that...cause your actual average speed is more like 50 or less...or even 45, depending on how many times you stop...scales, fuel ect ect...

In other words...



60 miles...60 mph....
if you never deviate from that speed, you'll cover 60 miles in 60 minutes...

But if you stop just once...you have now interupted the 60/60 ratio...

You have added a minimum of 15 minutes to the equation...

So now you will have to drive 1 hour and 15 minutes, to cover 60 miles...

And in the course of 500 miles...you'll deviate from say 60 mph for many reasons, even if you don't pull over...traffic, construction, accidents, long grades (mountains) if your heavy...your speed may drop to 35 mph going up the mountains...this could go on for hours...

All these add positive time to the trip...
So paper time, and reality time are totally different..

And that's where a lot of drivers get thrown off...

Many don't even consider the positive time added to a trip just from leaving shipper to get back to interstate...you may have to go through 20 intersections, and each time you stop, positive time is added to the trip...

And then 8 hours later, you wonder why you've only covered 360 miles...instead of the intended 520...

Anyways...just some food for thought...

 

I had to use a out house tonight...:smt089

Oh what is to become of me...my reputation...I feel so dirty now, grungy..:smt089

How will I ever maintain my beauty and grace out here...

What is to become of me?

I should be walking around barefoot on marble floors...



My barefeet should be saying 'tapity tap tap' on the marble floor, as I dance around in the mansion...free of worry and concern...

But instead, I'm using a out house, and slinging vinal and chains...:smt089

Oh what is to become of me?

Is it wrong that I want to feel young and beautiful forever?

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To have lived in a palace, or mansion with many rooms?
To have dined under the moonlight up high on the balcony over looking the ocean...

But instead I find myself in a Sanford and Son Junk yard of a truck stop...all alone...:smt089

Dirty, tired and wore out...oh, what is to become of me...:smt009

You all have a good night...I'm having a Elizabeth Taylor moment...