The first couple of weeks on the road were hard, because my body was not conditioned to this pace, this type of work, or these long hours. I lost most of the feeling in the tips of my fingers, and I had aches in places where I would have sworn I didn't have muscles. My former sedentary job was a world away as I wrestled with 130-pound tarps, threw straps, climbed atop towering loads, and stretched bungee cords to secure the tarps. Sometimes, this had to be done in cold, wet, or muddy conditions, but gradually my body began to adapt to the rigors of its new duties. My "road toughness" would not approach the level of Ringo's during the six weeks I rode with him, but I would eventually get it to a level that I would not have thought impossible.
Ringo also introduced me to some places on the map that make a new driver sweat. One such place was the Green River Gorge on I-40 in North Carolina. I had already heard some horror stories pertaining to "The Gorge," and I have since seen the aftermath of a rollover while driving through it. I came to realize, however, that The Gorge is nothing to fear so long as it is approached with respect and common sense. Accidents happen there because, quite simply, some drivers just go through it too fast.
I was nonetheless a bit tense the first time I descended Monteagle in Tennessee. I would later view Monteagle as little more than a bump in the road after traveling through the Rockies, but I attempt to never have a cavalier attitude toward descending a mountain in a big truck. I have never forgotten the words of Boom Boom in trucking school concerning this:
"You can come down a mountain too slow as many times as you want. You can come down a mountain too fast once!"
We were taught to use a proper combination of using a lower gear, tapping the brakes, and the utilization of Jake brakes to minimize air brake usage but, if you are hauling a 40,000-pound load on a 6% or 7% downgrade, trust me, you'll have to use the brakes some.
I have smelled the acrid odor of smoking brakes more than once while descending a mountain, and each time I was praying that the smell wasn't emanating from my truck. This is an olfactory experience that every driver fears. I rarely speak for others, but I feel secure in saying that any driver will admit he'd rather smell a Taco Bell "chalupa fart" than to smell his own brakes smoking while descending a mountain.
Ringo and I would sometimes enjoy one another's company, and at other times merely endure it. Overall, Ringo was a good trainer. He provided me with the basic tools I needed to fly solo, and he often gave encouragement when I struggled with my confidence. We remained friends for a time after my training, and later circumstances would require me to ask some favors from him, to which he eagerly complied. I still think highly of Ringo and wish nothing but the best for him and his family.
Finally, the six weeks of training had drawn to their conclusion and it was time for me to be assigned my own truck. I'd be picking up my truck at the company terminal in Mobile, Alabama. To say that I had an inauspicious beginning would be to redefine the word "inauspicious."
A facility where trucking companies operate out of, or their "home base" if you will. A lot of major companies have multiple terminals around the country which usually consist of the main office building, a drop lot for trailers, and sometimes a repair shop and wash facilities.
Sometimes trucking trips go very smoothly, and others are incredibly challenging. This is the reality of truck driving. Are you up for the challenge?
by Philosopher Paul
You meet a lot of crazy characters in trucking, and my finishing trainer is off the charts. This guys seems more like someone you'd find in a movie.
by Philosopher Paul
I'm finishing up CDL training with a trainer who screams in tirades and I've had to try to deal with it. But finally, the showdown between us occurred.
After completing orientation with my first trucking company, it was time to head out on the road with a trainer for the first time, and away we went!
My first few days of my trucking career are off to a great start and I'm out on the road with my trainer. Everything is so new, everything is a first.
I've been on the road with my trainer and there's been a lot of ups and downs. We're learning a ton everyday, but it's not easy for me or my family.
CDL training will test you in so many ways, and it will go far beyond your ability to drive a truck. It will also test your patience and perseverance.
Nothing could be more exciting than climbing behind the wheel of a rig for your first run ever as a professional driver! Here's how it went for me.
So how does a new driver survive their hectic, stressful, tiring, demanding, and incredibly challenging first 6 months on the job? Here's my advice...
by Old School
As a rookie truck driver you're going to face enormous challenges and be tested continuously. I learned a great lesson about how tough CDL training can be.
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