Trucking Jobs:
A Story About Trucking in New York City

As a young lad of 21 years old, and only a few months into my first trucking job of my career, only 3 months out of trucking school, you would assume that your first company would take it easy on you, right? Well, that's what I thought. Until I got the call - you're going into the Bronx.

They had to be kidding.

No, they weren't. I had to make a delivery in the Bronx. I had never been to New York City. Not once. I had heard the nightmares about driving there, but didn't expect to have to suffer through it just yet. I didn't know enough about NYC to be as scared as I should have been, and didn't know enough about trucking to know I should have refused.

So I went.

Got lost the first time when I encountered a now legendary sign that said "low bridge ahead - all trucks must take next exit". They had actually fixed that bridge years before and almost everyone knew to ignore it. I didn't. Got off the interstate in the middle of somewhere, I can't even remember where anymore, and got on the CB. I found out I could've ignored the sign, but now realized there was no on ramp at the street I was on so I'd have to wander around trying to find one. There were no GPS systems at that time.

I found my way back on the interstate, but soon found out the directions I had were wrong. I was back to wandering around. Couldn't find my way. So I called the company again and they managed to get me to the delivery. I made the delivery and was told to head to JFK to make a pickup that afternoon. I managed to find my way there and waited to load.

About 4:30 that afternoon I was loaded. To my delight I noticed that there was an expressway leading from JFK to the George Washington Bridge. That's when the real nightmare began. There was another driver even less experienced than I was who was going to follow me out of the city. We get on the expressway and start cruisin. We noticed how low some of the bridges were, but we were able to get under them. Barely.

Traffic came to a hault - it was rush hour - and I noticed a car was trying to get my attention. He yells to me "Hey, this is a parkway! Trucks aren't allowed here! You're not going to make it under the next bridge!"

Holy SHIT!!!! So we pull off the side of the road and within a few minutes some DOT workers pull up. Seeing us from a distance, and knowing our predicament, they pointed to a roadway about 100 yards away across an open field. The one guy says "that is where you're supposed to be. We're going to block traffic over there. You'll have to cut across the field and onto that roadway."

Unbelievable!. This could not be real. Tell me this is not happening!

But that was exactly what we did. Bouncing straight across that field, fingers crossed, up onto the other roadway, and away we went. A few moments later they released traffic behind us but we had clear sailing and before long we managed to find our way out of the city.

Pure luck. Unbelievable.

I promise you there is nothing fun about driving truck in NYC. It's a nightmare. But patience, and a lot of luck, and you just might make it through. Hopefully your first time will end as well as mine did, but without all the mess in the middle!