Then to Detroit to grab a load of tomatoes that came in from Canada to haul to Miami. (If someone can explain that I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.)
I don't understand that one either. I wonder which would be fewer miles: Detroit to Miami or East Texas to Miami?
I've read every page of the thread, following along. At each click, I was ready to see what came next. This thread gave me some insight to how testing goes and the phases of training.
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I've read every page of the thread, following along. At each click, I was ready to see what came next. This thread gave me some insight to how testing goes and the phases of training.
Glad I’m an entertaining read. As for the testing and training goes, it will depend on the company and state. Fun fact: I’m from Florida and now have a Missouri license. Once I get home I’ll have to change it over.
So I’m sitting in a truck stop just south of Chi Town because we’re way ahead of schedule. Got to stop at Iowa 80 in Walcott today. For all you other rookies or truck fans that haven’t been there, you owe it to yourself to go. It’s truck guy Valhalla. I guess I like torturing myself, seeing all the pretty stuff I’m not allowed to put on a company truck. Of to Cleveland in the AM to have lunch with my trainer/mentor/partner/buddy’s mother. Drop in Maryland on Saturday morning, then we’re going to try to swing back to Springfield, then hopefully on home.
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Any new updates?
Any new updates?
Actually, yes. I’m writing this update from the comfort of my lazyboy at home. After schooling and running the roads for two months I’ve made it home. I’m not done with my training yet, near as we figure I’ve got another 5-6 weeks before I’m on my own. My trainer was looking to get some home time so he dropped me off on the way, and he’ll pick me up on the way back. Our go home load was a voodoo load. First we were over gross and had to be reworked. Then we ran it across the shippers scale four times and it wouldn’t balance. It took three trips across a cat to get it right. Then 87 miles from my house it blows a tandem tire. Then my trainer text me today. He blew a drive tire that ate the mud flap, knocked a hole in the apron, and broke of a crossmember. Like I said. Voodoo load.
The customer who is shipping the freight. This is where the driver will pick up a load and then deliver it to the receiver or consignee.
A set of axles spaced close together, legally defined as more than 40 and less than 96 inches apart by the USDOT. Drivers tend to refer to the tandem axles on their trailer as just "tandems". You might hear a driver say, "I'm 400 pounds overweight on my tandems", referring to his trailer tandems, not his tractor tandems. Tractor tandems are generally just referred to as "drives" which is short for "drive axles".
Great to read you're doing well. Enjoy your days off and decompress some.
It's good to hear you're still at it. Those miles will add up quickly once you've off hometime.
Maybe you'll catch me in SPRIMO some time. Look for #11492.
Good luck and stay safe.
It's good to hear you're still at it. Those miles will add up quickly once you've off hometime.
Maybe you'll catch me in SPRIMO some time. Look for #11492.
Good luck and stay safe.
I’ll do that. We can sit around and kick the bobo over a cup of Tom’s west coast turnaround coffee.
Heading to Springfield to start with Wilson soon. (bus leaves NM next Saturday) Enjoyed reading about your experience. Guess policy changed recently to where you have to get your CDL Permit in your home state. Where in FL you from? I spent nearly 20 years of my life growing up in Manatee County off 75.
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Gonna try to get a quick update in while we’re waiting to get an air line changed. It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Springfield up to somewhere in Ohio. Then to Detroit to grab a load of tomatoes that came in from Canada to haul to Miami. (If someone can explain that I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.) Raced a hurricane because “Give it to the Florida boys. They’re used to that stuff.” Ran across the Glades to get orange juice to take to Phoenix. Run out to LA to get produce for Cheyenne. Finally 43,000 pounds of chicken feet (Yes, you read that right. Chicken feet.) to Portland Oregon where I sit now. The way we’re running, I should have my own truck in no time.