THE LONELY ROAD

Driving a truck is a very lonely job. Theoretically, that makes sense, but reality is like a cold bucket of water in the face. The main criteria is to drive enough hours every 24-hours to deliver your load on-time and still be legal on your hours. On the average, a trucker can log from 500 to 700 miles a day, depending on what state they are in. The key word in the previous sentence is can log, there are so many variables as to whether or not the driver has enough “legal” hours to drive anywhere near those miles in 24-hours. I’ll address these problems in other blogs.

Things that help the time go by are listening to radio stations/talk shows, books on CD’s or now as a download, or best of all talking endlessly on a CB (citizens band) radio. The other thing most drivers have is a pet of some sort. Usually a dog/s, cat, parrots, and other types of animals.

Here’s a picture of my truck dog. His name was Sam-I-Am from Dr. Suess, not that other guy who wasn’t a very nice person. As you can see, Sam grew up on the truck and was great company. He was half Akita and half Chow, both breeds are noted for being vicious. Apparently, Sam read the wrong book, because he was a lover boy. His only fault was he adored snow and the weather that came with it and as soon as he smelled it, would beg me to stop for a bit so he could get out to play for a bit. Here’s the first two pictures of him.

He was a Christmas present from my youngest son. When he broached the subject of getting me a guard dog, I said make it a small to medium-sized dog. Sam was handful sized for about four weeks, but he topped out at 65-pounds and was hardly small, but at least he looked like he meant business. I never had to lock my truck once he was full grown.

He was my walking fur ball. I wish I could have made money off all the fur he shed.