Friday, November 20, 2009

Dawn III: June 19, 1988 - Livonia, Michigan

It's really November 19, 2009, it really is Livonia, Michigan, and it really is dawn. It's raining slightly and it's in the high 40s with a little bit of a raw wind blowing. Not very exciting, but also not very uncommon for this area and this time of year. I just got done backing into a dock at a nondescript warehouse near the Jeffries and Levan. So, while we are waiting to be unloaded, as a bit of a short mental vacation, I'm letting my mind wander back roughly 21 and a half years, when the weather was nicer and the reason for enjoying daybreak was much more significant....



5:54am - 6.19.88 - Idyl Wyld Golf Course - Livonia, Michigan



Because it's close to the Summer solstice, the sun is actually trying hard to peak above the trees. There are three cars in the parking lot, and three would be golfers in various stages of final preparation for a round of golf - trunks open, half full coffee cups sitting on the car roofs and the familiar sound of a bag of clubs being hoisted out of the trunk and stood upright on the blacktop.


When the spikes are finally all tied, the three head down the slight incline and along the fence behind the ninth green, turn left and walk the remaining 25 yards to the first tee. Each has his own little ritual involving swinging a club or two and stretching a hamstring or a lower back and listening for the familiar creaks and pop of the joints. They are thirtysomethings but 6am is still pretty early for the mind to be fully in control of the body. As they go through their motions, a fourth car pulls up in the parking lot.


By now there is enough light to begin to see most things clearly. The first hole is not a long par four. It's straight and the fairway is not wide but certainly fair. Mature trees line the entire left side and a scattering of various sized pine trees sit to the right between the short grass and the out-of-bounds fence. Beyond the fence lies Five Mile Road and the rest of the world. In front of the tee is a small river, or wide creek, that really should never come into play (but once or twice a year it does anyway). 


By the time the fourth golfer reaches the tee, sputtering excuses for being late, the other three have launched their first shot of the day - one right, one left and one that may or may not have hung onto the fairway on the right hand side. Without wasting any time, and continuing with the excuses, the fourth golfer tees up his ball and sends a high left-to-right fade that finds the fairway. All four pick up their bags, walk on across the bridge, and leave the real world behind. Twenty five years earlier they carried their bags because they couldn't afford not to; now they carry their bags because it is good for them.


The fairway is still damp and the dew and grass clippings stick to the golfers' shoes. They each ultimately find their respective golf ball, and anywhere from two to four shots later they are all on the green wondering how much the dew will affect the speed and line of the putts. In turn they all two-putt, which is a bit unusual, but hey, it does happen every now and then. There are now four sets of footprints in the dew on the green, and you can see in lines left behind by each roll the exact two-part route each ball took in getting to the hole.


It's now almost 6:15 and the sun has officially made its appearance. Already the day feels a few degrees warmer, and the sun is beginning to burn off the morning moisture. In a few hours it will be 85 degrees and sunny, but for now the attention turns to the second tee, and not much else really matters.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Talkin' Truck - Part I


"Preciate it driver."


Notice the word appreciate doesn't have an "ap" on the front of it. And, now a days everybody is "driver" and not "good buddy." "Good Buddy" was appropriated by the gay community of CBers and has a completely different meaning. Sort of like the word "gay" itself. It used to be perfectly good word to use to describe someone. Now it's still a perfectly good word that can be used to describe someone, but the meaning is completely different.


So, now you get stuff like "preciate it driver, but I knowed that all along." So, you see, in the vernacular of the modern trucker, you can turn any word you want into the past tense just by putting an "ed" on the end...knowed, throwed, etc. And, if someone understands everything about the situation "he just knowed all  that all along."



Actually, the CB chatter isn't what it used to be because of the cell phone. Once in a while you get a legitimate conversation happening, but not very often. And, nobody uses "handles" any more. It's just plain "driver." Depending upon where you are in this country, the CB chatter that does occasionally happen can get pretty racist, sexist, and just plain perverted. I suppose that's entertaining to some people, but mostly it comes off as pretty sad, and most truckers just turn the radio off when that crap starts.


We keep the CB on pretty much as a safety device. It can be helpful in traffic jams, or if someone is stopped by the side of a road and not easy to see. Or, once in a while it comes in handy for getting final directions. But, for the most part, the radio is silent.


Truckers have developed a language all there own. A few Examples:
  • Stick or Yardstick - the mile markers on the interstate, so they can tell each other where the bears are sitting or rolling
  • Bears - cops, usually state highway patrol officers. They can either be two-wheels bears - motorcycle cops - or they can be full grown and drive some sort of patrol car  - or, they can just sit at the beginning of a construction zone or accident scene with their light flashing and become a "care bear"
  • Gator - the remnants of a truck tire that has gone flat and also gone unnoticed by the driver. After a while, the flat will heat up and completely disintegrate, and leave large and small chunks - gators - all over the place
  • Lot Lizard - truck stop hookers, usually they are strung out on something and and pretty sad - often look like two days of bad weather
  • Skateboard - a flatbed truck
  • Parking Lot - automobile hauler
  • Bobtail - a tractor with no trailer
  • Deadhead - having an empty trailer
So, this makes for some interesting comments on the CB: "Watch out for the big gator in the hammer lane at the 151 stick southbound" or "Rolling full grown eastbound at the split." 


And, as you can see from the photo at the beginning of this rambling, we see some interesting signs. Not all of them make sense, and some, like the one above, can have more than one meaning - but that's probably the topic for another conversation. This particular sign was in a truck loading area at an RC Cola bottling plant in Louisville, KY. We got stuck there for most of an afternoon earlier this year, and I didn't see anyone obey the sign all day.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Ft. Pierce, Florida - March 2009

Sunday morning, and I'm sitting in the back lot of one of the two (side-by-side, go figure) Pilot truck stops in sunny Ft. Pierce, FL. Much nicer than Kearney, NJ. This is a fairly small truck stop, as truck stops go, and it's pretty clean and well-lighted -- which means is smells better than most truck stops. The larger truck stops tend to smell pretty funky, especially in warmer weather, because truckers are too lazy to walk the 100 or so yards to the bathroom at 3AM. So, little puddles of stank magically form under many of the trucks overnight. But, this place is all concrete, and has enough lights to make taking a mid-night leak in the parking lot a little too obvious.

Beth's folks spend three months each winter at Port St. Lucie, which is only about 11 miles from here, so she got to spend last night at her folks - catching up with them and doing laundry. They'll come and get me in a little while and I'll get to spend some of the afternoon with them, have a beer or two and maybe watch some golf or March Madness with my father-in-law. I had to stay with the truck last night because we have a load on board, and the truck has to be attended overnight. We're carrying almost 45,000 pounds of corn seed destined for Iowa City, Iowa. The seed came into the country through Miami on a cargo ship from Europe. So, all this begs the question: Why is Iowa buying corn seed from anywhere other than Iowa? Isn't that a little like selling ice to Eskimos?

We're in the process of what is called a 34-hour restart - where we have to take 34 consecutive hours off (we can stagger that so we only really have to sit idle for about 22-23 hours) and all of our available driving/on duty hours reset to zero. It happens when you're very busy, so that's a good sign. We've really been hustling this past ten days or so ... Chicago, Dallas, Denver, Kansas City, Kenosha, Chicago, Baltimore, Norfolk, Syracuse, Memphis, Miami - and currently in Ft. Pierce. We'll leave here around here 8-9PM tonight, and be in Iowa City in plenty of time for a 7AM delivery on Tuesday morning.