what did you do before becoming a driver?

I was a hooker.

In the last thread...I was something else.

The one before that...I forget.

The next thread (on this topic), I'm going to be a major Drug dealer.

 

Started out spinning a wrench on boats and yachts. Bought a marina and started a boat repair service that expanded to servicing clients up and down the east coast. Did that for 20+ years. Hurricane came along and I got to hit the restart button. Decided I was to advanced in years to wedge my old bod between a Caterpillar C9 ACERT and the bottom of the boat. So here I am doing what I wanted to do when I was a kid with my nose pressed up against the car window watching the trucks go by.

What an opportunity!

 

I was a Civil Engineer, owned my company, got divorced, lost my house, my vehicle, and my kids; said screw it, and left small town Montana to see the country as an OTR Trucker.

 

22 years in the Army,where I learned to drive a truck, Started driving for Swift on retirement day, seems like a lifetime ago......



Safe miles, Good health,
Larry

 

I did window tinting and alarms, etc for 25 years.

 

I was an EMT/Paramedic, then medical and dental practices Financial Managers, then became a minister. Grandad was in law enforcement then a production supervisor. He left law enforcement so I could move close to my parents and care for them. He's a very wonderful man. We chose to leave those careers and do this together as an adventure and to make money.

 

unemployed for the last 2 years.. Army ###### me with a misdiagnosis cant sue them so i figured id drive a truck sence i love to drive my car, How different can it be , now im seeing its a little harder.. But hell so far so fun, But speed up to slow down who woulda thought of such a thing

 

Weren't you the dancing bear at the carnival?

 

Not the last time someone ask this question. That was almost 2 years ago...I was also a Ballerina, in '84

 

I know I know.......but the new people to the forum like to ask questions too. Be patient with them Oh Great and Noble Old One.


And a darn good ballerina you were! I simply cried at your swan lake. So did the guy that had to lift you.