Son of a...
Murphy: +3
I got to the shipper this morning, ready to hook up to my load and get to Georgia for a nice relaxing evening before delivering tomorrow morning and awaiting my next assignment. I almost got away with it, too.
I checked in with the guard and was told which trailer I was supposed to grab. Ah, right on the front row. Nice. After hooking to a trailer, standard operating procedure is to give the trailer brake valve a tug to make sure the trailer will stop when you want it to. 'Cause that's important, you know. So I did, and it didn't. Hmm. Maybe I just didn't pull hard enough. Still rolling. Maybe the air line is loose. Nope. Maybe there's a leak somewhere. Nope. Maybe...nope. What if....nope. Wonderful. All of the easy fixes have been ruled out; it's time for a call to road service. About an hour later, the guy shows up and soon decides there's an inoperative air relay valve on the trailer. Which means I'm not going to Georgia tonight. Being that it's Sunday, I'll have to wait for the parts stores to open in the morning before the boys can get to work on the trailer. Such is (a trucker's) life.
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After working a few years in a professional environment, my job fell victim to the burst of the housing bubble and subsequent economic downturn. The upside was that I finally had the opportunity to try something I had long wanted to do - drive a tractor-trailer. This is my story as it happened.
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