This is a trucking website and a chronicle of my adventures on the road with my husband of seventeen years, who is a long haul trucker. I'm not a driver, and I don't really understand trucking - because I'm a nurse by trade, so I thought this might be noteworthy and possibly used as a guide for the FBI when they're searching for my body.
Ha ha, just kidding. (He'd never leave the body intact.)
George and Wendy Parker
Welcome to our world. First things first. This is THE DRIVER. When you are in the truck, he's THE BOSS. This is because he's the one with your life in his hands, but mostly because he dictates bathroom and shower stops. More on that later. Notice there are giant mirrors on the sides of big trucks. I said, NOTICE THE OUTSIDE MIRROR. I reiterate the outside mirror because if you (as the passenger) lean forward more than three inches, you are BLOCKING THE MIRROR. This is apparently a PROBLEM for the driver, as he becomes apoplectic the second the MIRROR IS BLOCKED. Sheesh, touchy
The Precious. One truck to rule our bank account.
Is there a bathroom in there?
This is the first question non-trucking people ask when you tell them you've lost your damn mind and are leaving with your husband for an indefinite amount of time on the road. Apparently, 'bathroom' is a matter of opinion. There are some people who feel a Wal-Mart bag is perfectly suited as toilet. These are the same people who have no qualms about flinging their fecal matter all over the highway. For those of you not in the know, a 'trucker bomb' is any container capable of holding liquid (or solid). Pretty sure this is not the intended use for Tupperware. FYI, next time you stop at a rest stop and little Johnny finds a full bottle of 'apple juice' on the ground, disinfect his hands and have him vaccinated for rabies.