Ok, I Sorta Like This Hardin Place

Hardin, Montana...parked across from the super 8 and resting for my delivery at supervalu tomorrow at Billings. Piece of cake for the most part. I am notified by my fearless leader that I will deliver this mess of animal flesh tomorrow and proceed with haste to Missoula's magic truck magnet at the terminal to get my hands on a more profitable load. We will see...

I have to feel like a jerk right now. I pulled into my spot and my reefer is running like hell and I am surrounded by quiet, non-running trucks at rest. I am sure that will change as I have my bunk heater running. More to cure the RTV that is gluing my xm radio and phone mounts to my dash. Yes, I know, I have had the truck for a couple weeks now but I am lazy and need to use my time much more efficiently. At least they are in. Well, I must go to escape the fumes...good night now! Dedication<(}C

Windy South Dakota

Actually, I am thankful. I was driving south on I-29 north of Watertown and getting the hell pounded out of me by the relentless high winds. I had lowered the speed from 65 to 55 and was wondering how long it would be driving to Worthlesstown, MN to pick up this load. I was mindful of the South Dakota Highway Patrol car that had circled and came back south and was behind me a bit. I crossed a bridge and it seemed that the truck had gotten a dope slap and had leaned over. I was not really aware of the trailer other than the fact that I had a real nice view of the left side. No big deal as I had a good view of that with the wind all day. A Cornhusker driver behind me and behind the cop got on the radio to inform me that there was daylight showing under the right tandem with that last gust. Marvelous. I was just deciding to find a safe haven or drop the speed some more when ole full grown bear decided to put on the lights. I took the cue and pulled off on an off ramp. He just came up and said that I had gotten some air and that I should stop at the truck stop up ahead and not to exceed 45 mph. I did that and now I am here. At least there is some computer access. Not every lemon makes lemonade to be sure but at least I am safe. The winds are supposed to die down by this evening and we will see what happens then.

I watched a Country Hearth Bread truck fuel and head out...fifteen minutes and he is back. Even loaded, a bread truck has a hard row to plow in heavy winds like this. It is weird being parked and seeing the inside of the truck rocking just like it is going down the road. Well, it is going to be a late night and I must at least give it a good try when I get this load finally under me. Shut eye is in order. Dedication :]-