Two Trips From The Last Two Weeks.

____ This trip started and finished in falling snow; as Winter and my cough hang on into Springtime. But I did get into warmer weather and the first bugs on the bumper as I went down to London, Kentucky, with a load of paper bags. The reload was at Troy, Ohio, again. Just a quick blast, north-bound on Interstate 75 for a trailer switch, late on a Friday afternoon. It was loaded with ten drops in Canada; finishing at Fort St. John in Alberta. A good mileage trip but I only get to take it to Steinbach; disappointing.

____ Something a bit different; two loads out of Canada in one week. But both are to Wisconsin, which seems to be my number one destination since I joined Penners. The first is an empty trailer that needs loading on a farm near Elm Creek in Manitoba. Destination La Crosse; along with several others from the fleet. This makes reloads thin on the ground and after a lengthy wait; the office orders an empty run of over 6000 kilometres. North to the border at International Falls, Minnesota, then to Dryden, along Highway 502, for a trailer switch and a load for the USA. Something to the Southern States would have been nice but it is only to Park Falls. Back to Wisconsin, to deliver and then to switch trailers at Arcadia; before dropping the trailer in Winnipeg and bobtailing home.

Bull-racks, pulled by by "Old-School" Peterbilts.

Sugar-beet, mid-April, and the 2015 harvest is still going to the factory.

The Red River Valley sugar-beet factories must have the longest campaigns in the World.

Still Cough Cough Cough.

____ Not much fun, out on the roads with a cough that threatens to turn into Pneumonia. Just drinking lots of fluids and trying to sleep sitting upright. Trying to stop the build-up of phlegm in my lungs. I could have phoned in sick but didn't fancy a week at home where the cough might get the upper hand. So I went to work and fought it. A five day trip with a load to Kentwood, Michigan; a mile from the last trip's delivery point. A four hour dead-head down to Troy, Ohio, for a trailer switch; then back to the Winnipeg terminal. Miserable weather all the way, sleet, snow and rain. I was miserable too.

Battling Through The 'Flu.

____ Not much of a blog write-up for this trip and no pictures. The 'flu hit me on the second morning and I am still suffering the effects, over one week later. An aching body, head-ache, cough, loss of appetite, bouts of shivering and difficultly in sleeping. One of the worst weeks out on the road that I can remember. A load to Kentwood, Michigan, followed by a reload from Kalamazoo; an hour to the south. That one went to Cobourg, which was followed by an dead-head up to Saint-Laurent. A really heavy load back to Winnipeg rounded-out the trip. Luckily the last leg was run over the Easter Holiday weekend and all the scales were closed.

M-M-M-M-Muddling Through. Missouri, Memphis, Mississauga, Milwaukee.

Loads 1 and 2.

____ Load 1: Three drops in Missouri and each Bill of Lading is four pages long. One line for the load description and 3 and a half pages of instructions for the driver. A complete load of bollocks of out-dated information and conditions to be adhered to. If I am ever caught wearing a hair-net, or Heaven-forbid, a beard-net; you have my permission to shoot me. But first, I have two days of southbound driving in the rain. Interrupted by a Level 1 DoT examination at the Watson scale on the northern state-line of Missouri. Everything was in order except the brake-lights on the trailer, a violation that I was able to correct by switching a couple of relays in the Volvo's fuse-box. The throttle-pedal is now disabled but once the inspecting officer has given permission to leave; I can switch the relays back and continue. Clinton, the first drop, unloads me when I arrive in the evening; expecting problems. So much for the rules on the bills. On to Hazelwood before noon and down to Jackson with the last drop off before two.

Custom Kenworth T800, rarer than a "Vote Trump" sticker on a Prius.

____ Load 2: To Memphis, Tennessee, and a Mid-day pick-up at a logistics warehouse that has never loaded two trucks for Canada on the same day. Confusion reigns; a load of hardware for Home Depot and a load for a Home Hardware depot. I still don't know if I got the right stuff on my trailer, but as I was only taking it to Penner's Mississauga terminal, I soon gave up worrying. I was up to Monroe in Michigan when I began worrying when the customs clearance was going to come through. It didn't arrive and I muddled through by putting the load in "bond." The trailer still went to the terminal.

Loads 3, 4 and 5.

____ Load 3: Going back into the States, straight after bringing out a load, always causes problems with the log book hours. I have enough time to get down to Dwight, Illinois, so cannot refuse the load. An afternoon delivery gives me plenty of time; Sunday afternoon to Monday afternoon. A heavy load with the trailer legs sunk in the soft ground; a lung-bursting wrench on the handle for twenty minutes before I can hitch-up and go. Paper to a print works but six o'clock in the evening before I am empty and on to the Petro at Rochelle for the night.

Another day, another bay.

____ Load 4: A warehouse in the heart of Milwaukee and five Penner trucks, all loading for Regina in Saskatchewan. Just seven hours for the Tuesday and eight for the Wednesday; nights at Wilson and Bismarck, long nights. An early start on Thursday gets me across the border and to Regina; second to load, second to unload

Six red Prince Edward Island trucks weekending in Mississauga.

____ Load 5: A well trodden path, Regina to Yorkton for a trailer switch. But how I was detained for three hours is annoying. The mill wanted to load my trailer, then found glass on the floor of the trailer. It looked like ice-melting crystals to me. Eventually I get a loaded trailer to take back to Steinbach but my day is over. Sixteen hour spread-over and a spot at Yorkton's Humptys. Back to the yard on a Friday morning with snow flurries.

TIR plate and RO sticker; could have been Nadlac and not Windsor, Ontario.

Manitoba-Pennsylvania-Manitoba.

____ Six days, three days out, three days back. Western Pennsylvania, less than an hour over the Ohio stateline. Less than an hour from delivery to reload; Meadville on Thursday afternoon, down to New Castle for 10 o'clock on Friday. Nights-out at Wilson and Perrysburg on the way down. Rochelle and Fargo on the way home. An average of only just over 700 kilometres a day; so not a big earner but one of those trips where everything went smoothly. No complaints about that.

Well, it all went smoothly after I got the legs out of a frozen puddle.

Red River Valley sugar-beet factory still working in mid-March.

Lonestar Class 8 Motorhome by Renegade.  

Cincinnati Locks.

____ Load 1: Flying Eagle Transport used to despatch a truck to do 600 miles a day; where as Penner International reckon on a driver to do 500 miles a day. So every time I leave the yard, I seem to have plenty of time to get to my destination. When the load is going to Nashville; it puts me in a good mood. It is well over a year since I had a night-out in Music City and even though it's going to be a Monday, the place will be buzzing. An easy run down with stops at Duluth and Bloomington before getting stuck into a full rack of ribs at Rippy's. Two acoustic guitarists  are taking requests boasting that they know the words and chords to 10,000 country songs; I couldn't name the titles of 1000 country songs. The load is booked in for 7 o'clock in the morning, so I don't stay late.

Custom Peterbilt at Nashville TA.

____ Load 2: Eastbound on Interstate 40, Nashville to Knoxville for a trailer switch in Tennessee. A load for Waterloo, Ontario, using Interstate 75 all the way to the Ambassador Bridge at Detroit. But first; a chance to pick up some stuff for the Mack. Fire trucks are not built with with locking equipment cabinets. It makes sense really; you don't want to be fumbling for keys in an emergency situation. But motorhomes are prime targets for thieves and I need everything to be secure. It took a lot of searching on the Internet but eventually I found that I could change the current cabinet handles for lockable ones. Moore Industrial Hardware of Cincinnati is one of the few places that stock these D-ring locks and I am passing within three miles. They aren't cheap but no-one ever regrets buying quality. I come away with 10 keyed-alike locks and a thick catalogue of all Moores stuff. There is still enough time in the day to get back into Canada and a night at London, before turning-up at the customer and finding they can't take delivery. So it's into the Mississauga terminal for a switch for an empty trailer.

TA, Monroe, Michigan. Popeyes next Timmies, truckstops don't get any better than that.

____ Load 3: Blowing snow whipped-up by a strong northerly wind makes for a hazardous run to Corunna. There are enough vehicles in the ditch to slow everything down. I am an hour late for the pick-up but a phone call lets them know and it's not a problem. The weather gets better once I cross the Bluewater Bridge at Sarnia. Back into the States for a short trip down to Delaware in Ohio and a Friday morning delivery as soon as possible. Crossing Detroit, north to south, is not a problem in the evening rush-hour. It is now a city of only 700,000 people; shrinking dramatically from 1.8 million in the last sixty years.

Johnny Cash Museum, just off Broadway, Nashville, Tennessee.

____ Load 4: The Bowling Green, Ohio, warehouse doesn't stay open late on Fridays but I'm in and out by midday; loaded for Winnipeg. Heading home and as quick as legally possible. Enough hours to get back on Sunday morning after nights at Lake Station, Indiana, and Alexandria, Minnesota. I run short of US dollars after my shopping expedition but with plenty of points on my Flying'J loyalty card, I survive on offerings from their hot deli.  Nine days with an average of only 700 kilometres is not good but I did get my locks and that's an unexpected result.

B B King's Blues Club, just off Broadway, Nashville, Tennessee.

Indianola Rejection.

Five days away.

____ A job that could have been done in three days with hindsight; but it took five to do the three thousand kilometres. The threat of Winter weather played its part; an ice storm beat the windshield hot-air fans into submission on Sunday evening. The last twenty miles into Sauk Centre were navigated through small half-moon semi-circles of clear glass at the bottom of the screen near the heater out-lets. Dumping the air from the seat-base lowered me to that weird driving position that flat-top Petes use all the time. There was enough salt on the road to make progress possible but I chose to park it.

____ With the delivery booked for Tuesday; I still had plenty of time to get to Indianola. Choosing the Flying'J at Altoona, near Des Moines, for my second night-out. Another short-distance day; but not as short as the disastrous delivery day. The seed merchant found some bird shit on the outside of three of the big-bags of red lentils. They calmly signed for sixteen bags and left the other three on the trailer. I already had my re-load instructions but it took until 4 o'clock in the afternoon before I got instuctions on what to do with the three tons of crapped-on lentils. Eventually the seed merchant agreed to unload the bags and dispose of them; the transport costs of an onward delivery meant that they just dumped them. In all that time I sat waiting; I'm sure I could have got in touch with a local pig farmer and he would have welcomed a bit of free scran for his hogs.

A big favorite at the truck-wash.

____ The third night-out was at Iowa 80, Walcott, the World's Biggest Truckstop. I could have done more but on exasperating days like that; I couldn't be bothered and Iowa 80 is a treat. An early start and a quick trailer switch at De Kalb made for a better day. A 30,000 lbs load, bare and dry roads, chicken and biscuits at De Forest; it was exactly 1000 kilometres to Alexandria in Minnesota.

____ Freezing rain had caused chaos on the roads of Manitoba; but by the time I arrived it had warmed-up and was just wet. Maybe if I had not been delayed then I would have arrived on a skating rink. All things happen for a reason. I dropped the trailer in Penner's Winnipeg yard and pulled another down to the workshops in Steinbach for repair. An early afternoon finish and the days are getting longer.

Three Steps To Heaven.

Subterranean Independence.

Six days on the road.

____ Day 1: Getting out of a warm bed to go home on a freezing Sunday morning in mid-February is not the best way to start a trip. Winter-storm warnings howl from the radio as I go to check the budgerigars before rolling into Penner's Steinbach terminal and hooking-up to trailer, loaded for Kansas City. But by Highway 23, heavy snow; no chance of seeing snowy owls on the power-line poles, I can't even see the poles in white-out conditions. Slow-going comes to a standstill at Morris, where the gates on Highway 75 are closed. I swing into the Husky Truckstop and take the last parking spot that doesn't block any truck's route to an exit. Snowed in on Super Bowl Sunday.

Crowded Husky at Morris, Manitoba.

____ Day 2: An early start gets me through the border before the inevitable deluge of US-bound freight causes delays. Blowing snow all day on Interstate 29 mixed with a few flurries. At the overnight stop at Percival; news comes from the Internet that the 29 is closed. Twelve vehicles involved with the pictures showing a Penner truck and a badly damaged Highway Patrol 4x4.

____ Day 3: The delivery is made just in time; Kansas City, Kansas, just across the river from Kansas City , Missouri, and the reload at the adjoining town of Independence. Google maps' satellite images show the Carefree Industrial Estate as nothing but a concrete pad with trailers parked in the centre. On arrival I find that all the warehousing is in underground tunnels. A vast labyrinth, a left-over installation from the Cold War between the US and Russia. A surreal experience of driving in to a hillside, looking for loading bay 22. The sort of place were they would shoot the chase scene from the start of a Bond movie. They come flying round a corner to find a 18 wheel semi-driver struggling to put his rig on a bay for twenty minutes.

Entrance to the Green Tunnel.

____ Day 4: The load is for delivery on Friday at Regina. Plenty of time after I leave Sioux City, but because of the changeable weather, I decide to push on as far as possible. To Minot for the night with an unusually large amount of drivers waving and giving the thumbs-up. Maybe it was the Penner International truck that snookered the cop-car in Monday's pile-up in northern North Dakota.

Well lit and white tunnels.

____ Day 5: Just a short run, up through  the border at North Portal and onto Regina; fuel up the tanks and wait for morning while enduring minus 24C. The Cummins keeps humming.

Not a lot of space for a full size truck.

____ Day 6: Unload and reload within the city limits of Regina; but it is still 3 o;clock in the afternoon before I can scale the truck and set sail for Steinbach. A shipment for Ontario but back to the yard for an hours reset. An even colder night but the truck goes in the workshop and I go home.

RD's tipper.

Ice Houses.

Four Days Work.

____ Tuesday morning departure for Wisconsin once again. This time to the state border town of La Crosse. A full days drive but once the snow starts to fall on the outskirts of Minneapolis; darkness falls and so does my chance of being on the customer's doorstep at day break. South of the Twin Cites, on Interstate 35, near white-out conditions and the wipers cannot cope. I can't see where I am going and can't stop when I get there as the home-going commuters of Minnesota have polished the hard-packed snow until it shines. The Kwik Trip at Owatonna still has one available parking stall as most of the other drivers have parked-up early.

____ Wednesday dawns clear and bright, as so often, after 8 inches of snow have fell and the clouds have disappeared. A quick tip at La Crosse is followed by a trailer switch at nearby Arcadia. Destination is now Saskatoon and a bonus is the lightness of the 12,000 pound load. A tail-wind blows the rig to Fargo after a tankful of number 1 diesel. Saskatchewan will be cold. Gelling fuel is the last thing I need.

____ Thursday had me running roads that I have not run for five years. Fargo to North Portal, via the town of Minot. I remember the town truckstops full of gas and oil exploration rigs as North Dakota experienced a boom. Now that the price of gasoline has plummeted due to Arab over-production; the Flying'J and Schatz Crossroads have plenty of space on their parking lots. Another change on the route comes after a customs examination at North Portal; the town of Estevan now has a by-pass. A two-lane ring-road that saves the run-around of the town-centre back-streets. After an evening meal at Weyburn's Main-Track Greek Restaurant; I push on up to Saskatoon.

____ Friday starts with a trailer swap and instructions to head to Yorkton and another rear-end switch. A loaded trailer going to Massachusetts but as so often; I only get to take it as far as Steinbach. Four days work has already logged-up more than 45 hours so I would never have delivered it without a log-hours reset. It gets me back to the house and feed the birds; take my 36 hour break at home and set of for Kansas on Sunday Morning.

Ice Fishing: what's that all about? Keen angler or unhappily married man?

Truckers And Their Birds.

Left to right: Blue Peterbilt and Green Kenworth.

____ "A dog is not just for Christmas." is often quoted when trying to discourage people from taking on a pet when they can't look after it properly. "A budgerigar is not just for Christmas." is not heard so much. Probably because even an aviary full of our feathered friends from Australia isn't going to feed a family of four. Here at the House of Drivers, there are two budgies that belong to  different drivers, both of whom have now flown the nest; leaving their birds behind. As I am now the sole resident; it has been left up to me to look after them.

____ Their cage door is never closed so Pete and Kenny have the freedom to fly and shit anywhere in the open-plan lounge-diner-kitchen area. When the house was fully, or even partially occupied, the birds always had someone to give them seeds and fresh water. Now it is up to me and a long ten day trip might result in them going without enough food and drink. Luckily, this week I did two shortish trips and managed to get back home between them. But who knows what is next and I can't really refuse to work just because of a couple of birds that aren't mine.

Trip 1

____ "Nothing yet-phone back in an hour." is not the normal style of Penner despatch but I heard it three times on Monday morning before I got instructions to pick up a preloaded trailer from the Winnipeg yard. By the look of the snow in front of the trailer, it had stood there for the whole weekend. Obviously somebody did not show up to take it to Sioux Falls and then on to Eagan, near Minneapolis. Now I have to fly. The best chance of keeping the customer satisfied is to be on his doorstep at 8am Tuesday morning.

Not much room to spare on this loading dock.

_____ From Sioux Falls, South Dakota, it is Interstate 90, east and Interstate 35, north to Eagan. Then a trailer switch at Fridley followed by Interstate 94 to Fargo. Heading for Winnipeg; where I leave the loaded trailer for the customer to unload at his leisure. Back home by mid-day with not enough done to warrant a log-hours reset; so back to the phone-in routine and hope for something that's not so rushed.

Trip 2

____ It looked like it was going to be the familiar routine of running over to Dryden with an empty trailer but at the last minute it all changed. Another no-show, I don't know if the problem was mechanical or physical. This time my rescue mission was a loaded trailer to Portage La Prairie followed by a switch in the same town and a trailer destined for Manawa, Wisconsin. An unloading time booked for 18.00 on a Friday evening would normally mean that I could be sitting for the weekend but not at Penners. After a night at the smart new Loves Truckstop at Fond du Lac; into the heart of Milwaukee for a load back to Winnipeg. I push on, maxxing-out the driving hours at Fargo; where the Petro Stopping Centre now has a Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen: Chicken and Biscuits. Back at the house by early afternoon; after dropping the load at the Winnipeg yard.

Drive-by shot of my favorite bird: the Snowy Owl. OK, it is a long way away but when you have to reach for the camera, switch it on, open the passenger window and keep the rig out of the ditch all at the same time. I don't think it is too bad.