Yesterday in my blog, I started to explain my husband’s journey into becoming a trucker. We left off with him wanting to find a job where he didn’t have to drive overnights. We wanted a job to where I could go along because we wanted to make up for time lost in the army. We got married and then he was deployed 4 months later.
The company we decided to go with was Con-way Truckload, now known as CFI. The orientation was in Ohio and they only paid for him to go, but I had enough money saved from taking surveys to take the bus with him so I wouldn’t have to wait to get on the truck with him. It was a long, boring week for me in the motel room, but there was a bar and grill and Wal-Mart within walking distance, so after classes we’d go explore. We drove up to Michigan on Friday to get the truck and got our first load going to none other than Pennsylvania lol.
A couple weeks later, we had our first truck issue. It was an older truck with almost half a million miles, so it was to be expected. We got stranded in a little town in Illinois near Chicago, so it was cold and windy as all get out, but the motel had a bar and grill, plus there was a Kmart and a Panda Express nearby. I found out earlier this year our favorite radio DJ from Sirius is from that small town, too lol.
The week before Christmas, we got to take our first cross country run from Iowa to Washington state. Bonus: I got to stop in Idaho where my brother lives and see him for an hour or so. We also fell in love with Montana, got stranded in Baker City, Oregon, and met some cool truck drivers.
We got a brand spanking new truck on New Year’s Eve, then headed to Muskogee, Oklahoma, where we found a hole in the wall bar to ring in the new year at. That was a fun night.
Over the following months, we saw a lot of Texas, a lot of Colorado, and a breakdown in Florida in August. Thankfully, we got to go to Tampa, where the hubby’s uncle lives, and spent some time with him. We chased Pokemon by the bay, went to Ybor City and drank our worries away, and toured the museum where his uncle’s husband is a curator. We also found a nice little bar where they had all you can drink wine on special. I think that may have been the night I conceived my son, lol.
They finally gave us a new truck (well, it was actually old, but it didn’t have electronic issues and was a standard, so hubby was happy about that). Actually, that may have been one of the last times we saw Laredo. The next couple months were nothing to write home about until we had another breakdown in California. Actually, we hit a deer in southern Wyoming on the way to Colorado for a pickup to deliver to California, but they told us to wait to put it in the shop in Los Angeles (I knew that was a bad idea). We were stuck there for 2 weeks with no car and hardly any money for much else. However, we linked up with a couple friends from the army and went to Knotts Berry Farm. We also watched the election and all the damn protesters blocking off the freeways. Thank goodness we didn’t have to travel in that. We got to go home for Christmas and spend it with family, and then told everyone I was pregnant.
We are now off the open road and raising our almost 8 month old son. My hubby still drives, but stays local. I still miss the road, but who knows, maybe one day when the boy is in college, we’ll return.