The Trucker Blog

Winter of 2018

Winter 2018

PART ONE

If I were a world-famous author, given to the spinning of tall tales, the likes of which leave the reader breathless with uncontrollable, rib-dislocating mirth, I would have made the mountain in question a much more menacing beast.  I would have created a peak that disappeared into the clouds and added a narrow and crumbling asphalt path covered in enough layers of ice to make the producers of Frozen swell with pride.  And if, by some miracle granted me by the trucker Gods, I managed to survive the climb to the top of that majestic and formidable creature, the descent down the other side would surely be the end of me.  There would have been jagged rock ledges with yawning, gnashing teeth that nipped and slashed at my soft rubber tires Read more »

The Pumpkin Patch

To my left and about half a mile up, jutting from the side of the mountain, like a fragile shelf glued to the side of a very tall rock wall, I saw an eighteen wheeler crawling along a path parallel to my own.  Leaving one eye on the road in front of me, my other eye followed his route.  “How in the world did he get up there?” I mused out loud to myself.  “There must be a tunnel coming out of the mountain, and that must be an old coal mining trail.  Surely he does not belong up there.”

I had been steadily climbing Wolf Creek Pass for almost thirty minutes, plugging along, twenty miles per hour, peddle to the floor, engine whining wearily under the load, and now, at an altitude of just over two miles above sea level, I was convinced I had almost crested the top.  The sun was low in the sky, and I preferred to get down off these mountains before it sank completely, because I knew out here, once it disappeared, it was like drawing so many thick velvet curtains before one’s very nose, Read more »

Skunk Breath

It has been a while since I’ve blogged, and I find my fingers itching to ramble aimlessly about something. Anything. I decided to keep it light-hearted; go back in time, to my car selling days, and reminisce about a cold and rainy Saturday in October.

If you have heard that the best time to purchase a vehicle is at the end of the month, you were correctly informed. The pressure that envelopes a car dealership, from owners to management, and from the sales team to finance, is so thick that a General Manager might almost miss the bundle of one-hundred dollar bills that the owner is hurling in his direction Read more »