Ouch! I Just Got Put Down Hard

I always new I was going to hear a rant about something stupid whenever a driver comes up and begins a conversation with "When I started driving." I knew I was going to be stuck listening to this guy for a half hour while trying to watch Sunday night football in the TV room

Had a guy follow me around, talking nonstop despite my best act of being totally deaf. Eventually I tried words to let him know that I was focused on my upcoming shower and meal, and preferred to chat later....like maybe tomorrow. At some point he discovered that I had barely a year of driving at my ripe old age of 37. Along came the jokes and "old-timer" stories, new-breed drivers, and so on. Finally, I told him that I waited until now to start driving trucks commercially because I had been busy going to combat for 16 years, and that any responsible adult with good driving habits could do well in trucking, and pull the doubles with 40 ton payloads.

I hear a lot of negativity around truck stops. I tend to park at roadside turnouts and rest stops now for the peace and quiet.

People do tend to make snap judgments, and my favorite thing to do is to wear bib overalls and a farmer's hat. They are comfy, rugged, and have lots of little pockets for pens and tire gauges. I guess people just assume that I am on my way to feed the cows. I have caught some funny looks when I dress that way and am seen climbing into the truck that is hooked to a set of hopper-bottom doubles. Good times!