I left Catawba yesterday morning and stopped in Whitestown, IN. It was a pretty smooth trip. As I was pulling in to Pilot to stop for the night, I wasn't paying much attention to the CB until I heard crude anatomical references and threats of bodily harm. Well alright, looks like the day wasn't a waste after all. Apparently, some radio-Rambos had pissed-off some passing driver enough that he decided to turn around and come back to the truckstop. Not wanting to miss the show, I grabbed one of the last spots and looked for some popcorn. The Rambos must have run out of ammunition, because they were a no-show at that point. Guess it's back to XM for my entertainment.
I made my delivery in Chicago this morning, dropped the rented trailer (remember the crappy trailers in Charlotte?), picked up an empty company trailer, and got loaded. Four different stops all in Chicago and the Chicago 'burbs. I didn't technically get lost, but I did miss an exit. I unexpectedly found myself on I-290E not knowing exactly how I was going to get back on track, with images of low bridges and laughing devils flashing in my mind. Thankfully, I encountered neither. I was still able to exit to the street I needed, albeit a little farther north.
Hopefully the parking lot won't be a big ice cube in the morning, but with all the snow and rain on the radar, I'm not going to hold my breath.
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