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Smaller Trucking

Alright, gonna step away from the big rigs on this post & talk a little about the smaller pickups. Back in August of 1995 I drove a 1996 Mazda B2300 off the showroom floor. Until, about 3 weeks ago I still had it…lol. The ole thing still ran good, but needed alot of work. The windshield had a bunch of cracks, the air has been broken for years, needs a new muffler, & also a new clutch. Have been wanting something new for a long time, but just never set my mind to really looking. I have kinda always wanted a full size truck…had two Toyotas back in the late 80’s & early 90’s & then this Mazda, but never a full size one. 


I came home from the road the time before last & my sweet & awesome girlfriend (to my surprise) took me shopping & got me a new one. She was my girlfriend 30 years ago in the 9th grade so she has known me a long time & kinda new about my Mazda. We just recently got back together & she saw my truck & asked “Is that same ole truck you have had forever”? I said “yes” with a laugh & she said it was time for me to get a new one. She got me a brand new 2015 Chevy Silverado Z71 & I freaking love it (& her by the way)…lol. I’m still learning all the stuff about it because I have only been able to drive it 2 days at a time 2 weeks apart (damn job…lol). Hell, I still haven’t used the tank of gas that the dealership filled it up with. I have a great woman & a great new truck. Hope I can make this one last at least 20 years (girlfriend too). Kept the ole Mazda in the family, gave it to my 75 year old dad so he can cruise around & shop at his yard sales. Til next time peeps…


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Dad Ruined Me With 5 Words

First of all, I love my dad with all my heart & he is the very best…but man did he mess up teaching me something when I was little. I’m sure everybody remembers little things that you learned growing up (good or bad). This isn’t bad, but sure wish I could undo it. As far back as elementary school I can remember other kids laughing & mocking me while I was writing.

My dad was a baseball pitcher growing up (made it all the way to the Giants minor league team until his arm went out & he had to have surgery). This was way back in 1958 I think. So, I remember this little quirk from him teaching me to pitch. The problem is that my dumbass applied it to everything I did. I have done it all through my life with just about everything I do. You may be wondering what this has to do with my job as a truck driver (& probably really wondering what the 5 words are)…It comes into play with my job as a truck driver more than anything I have done since sports…at least I notice it more now.

So, here goes….this is what he told me while teaching me to pitch. “Grit Your Teeth And Concentrate”. Ever since I started driving this truck for a living I have been doing it way too much. I want to be good at my job & safe so I concentrate too hard at times. There is so much we have to pay attention to/concentrate at that I catch myself gritting my teeth really hard or squeezing the steering wheel too hard. It just comes natural to me & most of the time don’t even realize that I’m doing it. By the time I shut down for the day, I usually have a bad headache. In my defense there is so much I have to pay attention to out here on the road. I have to constantly watch other drivers, look at all the signs, watch bridge heights, worry about tires blowing out, make sure I take the right exit, & make sure I’m not speeding. All of this while moving down the road at 80,000 lbs.

So Thanks dad for making me have headaches at the end of the day, but it sure made me a better person at everything I do & I love you so much. Gonna leave you with a shot of some mountains I got in New Mexico the other day just 3 miles before crossing into Arizona. Til next time peeps…


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