When I arrived in Burlington, NC to hook up to a load of engines (and 2 light towers), I was hoping for the best, but deep down expecting the worse. Perhaps a…
Ch 16 – Grease Monkey in Security Square
I arrived in the school house, a veteran student in a sea of wannabees. The turn of the year brought the longest streak of sub-freezing temperatures in decades, and I…
Ch 15 – Hauling Steel to Attending School
The week ahead I was scheduled to haul steel coils loaded suicide from AK Steel in Butler, PA to Norfolk, VA. (suicide is when the coils face the driver –…
Ch 11 -The Little Truck That Could
I know and have no love for Internationals. The ones at Western [Express] were always scuffed and smelled like dog piss. The POS (piece of shits) at Coastal [Transportation] were…
Ch 10 – From Concrete to Steel
Even before Western let me go, I got a call from a recruiter. “How would you like to drive a 2015 or newer model Mack and come home everyday?” “Sweet,…