Wash My Truck - Saturday Selections 12/13/25
Sitting on the front porch swing here as I get ready to make another Saturday night all nighter run to pick up a load to deliver on Monday. I am in a country state of mind.
My girl @pooky-jax is out of town visiting with her family up north in the arctic tundra we fled from together in late 1995.
As I sit here in my shorts and t-shirt in N. FLA (usa) it is sunny and 72°f/22°c. I am listening to country music today and NOT washing my truck. I have spent weeks on it trying to sell it and just needed a break from it today. I will be running a 10-11 hour turnaround tonight so just not feeling like doing much today.
I am trying unsuccessfully to not think about having to wade thru this filth of humanity on the highways tonight into Sunday morning. I have never been able to overcome this dread of driving the big truck with all the distracted morons who are under qualified for the high speeds they are operating at while they attempt a one handed thumb typing of a reply to a text that surely must be worth dying for.
Right now I am trying to decide if I want to roll the 5+ hours and put a 10hr break in the middle or a two hour nap and try to make it back within the 14 window. Such stupid fucking HOS (FMC$A hours of service bullshit)
I have always had the leaving out blues. Sammi Jo made the homesickness out on the road tolerable. She is the best co-pilot you could ever have. But as I enter into my thirty forth year of playing a very real life game of crash up derby. The dread is overwhelming & intoxicating to the point it makes me physically ill. Since the big hit I took back in 2016 that could have ended me and my kit. There is no cure it seems for the fear of the Russian roulette with steering wheels. The definition of insanity I repeat over and over expecting different results My goal out here on the road every time I go out is to simply...
TRY NOT 2 DIE !
Gone are the days of the give and take out on the road. Gone are the days of The CB radios where everyone knew what was going on up around the curve ahead. Gone are the friendly waves and flashing of the lights for making room and working together with other drivers. Gone are the safe driving practices of not getting on the left side of another big truck in an already squeezed too small construction zone or a busy get on ramp. All you get now are confused and angry stares from foreigners who have no concept of what it takes to work together and be as safe as you can be out here on the highways. Not all but many of the new MEAT IN THE SEAT truckers are DEADLY INATTENTIVE ASSHOLES. Sadly many are having to die for anything to be done about this.
So until the wheels fall off or I crash and burn to get better like Morgan Wallen sings about in that last song. I will...
Keep on KrazzyTrukkin'...
