So, Thursday morning I left Remington, IN and was going to stop in Tennessee for the night, just north of Alabama, but decided to go on in to Cherokee since I had the hours. I think I got "Shaken Truck-Driver Syndrome" on I-65 through Kentucky. There's about a 20-mile stretch of "road" that the DOT should be sued for failing to maintain. I think I drove over a couple cars that had fallen into the holes. Anyway, I got to Cherokee around 9:30pm, though my appointment wasn't until 3pm Friday. About an hour after I went to sleep, I was awakened by the yard dog (trailer jockey) pounding on my door to let me know I could back into a dock. A few hours later, he pounded on my door again to let me know they were done. Good times. I was on my ten hour break, so I pulled out of the gate and parked on the side of the driveway with a couple of other trucks and went back to sleep. I was scheduled to pick up in Birmingham Friday, though I apparently failed to notice the whole 4pm appointment time thing. Not wanting to waste the day, I got an early start out of Cherokee, arriving in B-Ham, oh, about five hours early. Nice, Bret. Since I'd already started my 14-hour clock, I decided to go ahead and get fuel and grab a shower and some lunch at the Pilot up the road. Once I got back, they had me loaded on schedule and I was rolling by 5:30pm. Since I got started too early, my hours were almost up about the time I got to Atlanta, so I stopped at home for the night.
I drove to Catawba this morning and made my noon delivery on-time and am now waiting for my trailer to get loaded. Next stop....Texas. I'll be able to grab a day or two at home before delivering next week.
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