Turn and burns
We’re on our longest load ever. Never-ending turn and burns between South Bend, Indiana and some small town in Massachusetts. By the time we are done it will be 5500 miles. We’re at about 3,000 now and the truck hasn’t stopped moving except to fuel, change drivers and swap trailers at one end or the other.
I am tired. Very, very tired.
Stace is very, very tired. Stace is very grumpy.
Hagland is not currently the happy wonderland it typically is. We’re in Pennsylvania now. It’s 03:30. All we have to do is drive to South Bend, swap trailers, drive to Massachusetts, swap trailers, drive back to Indiana, drop the trailer, and we’ll be done.
That’s not so bad, right?
Note from Stace: Hedon is also very grumpy.
Note from Hedon: Not like you are!
Note from Stace: Shut up and drive.
I don’t know how you do it, really! Tell me, does one of your ways of driving ever make the other crazy? Cuz I’ve vowed NEVER to drive with Shane again on any trip over 20 minutes. lol
Good luck and stay alert out there. Stay safe.
Do you think this trip is atypical or the shape of things to come?
Sheila,
I don’t think we drive each other crazy while driving. I know Stace is an excellent driver so I don’t have any problems trotting off to the sleeper with her behind the wheel.
I would imagine that at least part of her excellent driving is due to having one of the best trainers to ever roll down the pike… me.
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Belledog,
I think this is just a fluke. It’s a regular dedicated run that belongs to some team but they must be on vacation or something.
We’re doing fine with it on the safety front. Have managed to make enough time to get some sleep, but haven’t had hardly any time for entertainment. And you know how I need my video games…
5500 miles! Oh ladies. Do be safe. And, to offer some humor (possibly) to your trip, just know last time I traveled over 3000 miles in one trip I was really drunk. And thought I had been in New Orleans the entire time, but had also been in Florida. I assure you this did not prevent me from calling the New Orleans Chamber of Commerce when I got home and demand they tell me how to find an apartment near “that really cool beach ya’all have”. (Don’t worry, my sober friend drove)
MongolianGirl,
ROFL! Did you really? I wish I could have seen the look on that person’s face. Did you also ask if you could get something close to Disney?
Sometimes I think these trips would go a lot better if I were drunk the entire time, but the stupid DOT frowns on all that drinkin and drivin. We can’t even drink when we are shut down somewhere for an evening because we might be called upon to repower a load at a moment’s notice. Not that it is a big hardship on Stace and I as we don’t really drink anymore, but I know it pisses some drivers off.