Zombies and the Deafness

Willie and Elvira had already moved on to a flatbed company and were telling us all about it. We were making good money, and were hesitant to make that move, at first. The first thing that got us to consider it was the free time they were getting together. Flatbed is much more of operation…

Jake Brake Failure

Freckles and I had just enjoyed some home time and landed a load to California from somewhere within a couple hundred miles of Florida (I don't recall.) We got about to Texas when the jake brake stopped working. A jake brake, or retarder, is a function that slows the truck by a change in the…

Humanity

Freckles was driving. We were on the I-285 bypass, around Atlanta, and it was raining. By raining, I mean a torrential downpour. We got about halfway around Atlanta, and the rain slowed to a sprinkle, the downpour having just moved through there. The interstate was closed with police directing us off an exit. The detour…

Why You No Read a Sign?

We left Miami with a load and ran north up Hwy 27 where we discovered Willie and Elvira were running south on the same highway. Thing about running loads, there's never enough time for socializing. But, we stopped in the median and got some chat time in the middle of the highway anyway because we…

Got Straight out of Compton

Freckles and I took a couple of short loads through Iowa, Nebraska and to Los Angeles, California. Then we got our first long run from Compton, California to Miami, Florida. Compton was stressful as it was very tight turns, and honestly, I was concerned for our safety going in. Every movie I remember seeing about…

Ride or Die

Freckles and Elvira were completing school and getting their licenses. Willie and I were going through the motions, nervous and excited about the prospect of spending life on the road with our wives. Time seemed to slow to a crawl waiting for each call or text update. Two beautiful women, moms, and friends. They were…

Wizard on Crack

One of these runs Willie and I took along the border of Texas and Mexico was particularly long, as it started in Louisiana and went through many active border patrol checkpoints. I was getting tired of getting in line and pulling up to the officer and rolling down my window and answering, "yes I'm a…

Littaredo!

I have had many awkward encounters with law enforcement since I started driving a truck. A couple of my favorites happened while I was teamed with Willie. We ended up repeatedly running through Laredo, Texas for a while. Laredo is a huge area for international trade with Mexico which means Mexican truck drivers. I engaged…