Showing posts with label South Carolina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South Carolina. Show all posts

Monday, January 22, 2018

Tastier Than A Tide Pod

We found a Kinder Egg this week at a truck stop in South Carolina of all places!

I wasn't a real Kinder Egg because we can't handle those in the United States, it was a modified version of the egg, called a Kinder Joy. 

The original Kinder Eggs have a toy encased in a plastic capsule in a chocolate shell, the Kinder Joys have the toy encased in one side of the plastic egg and the candy on the other side.

Kinder Eggs (the originals) have been banned in the United States due to the potential health risk of kids biting into non-edible items, which stems back to a 1938 FDA regulation.  I found this out the first time we went to Canada with Marlaina and MacG.  They told us we could be fined if we tried to bring them back into the states.  I'd never heard of them so it wasn't likely I'd be smuggling Kinder Eggs, but the fines could be hefty. 

Wikipedia said, "Kinder Surprise eggs are legal in Canada and Mexico, but are illegal to import into the US. In January 2011, the US Customs and Border Protection (CBP) threatened a Manitoba resident with a $300 (Canadian dollars) fine for carrying one egg across the US border into Minnesota.  In June 2012, CBP held two Seattle men for two and a half hours after discovering six Kinder Surprise eggs in their car upon returning to the US from a trip to Vancouver. According to one of the men detained, a border guard quoted the potential fine as $2,500 (US dollars) per egg."

But now that they've been idiot-proofed, they're allowed into the United States.  Although I'm sure that won't stop some moron from swallowing the toy inside.  After all, people are eating Tide Pods so it's only a matter of time. 




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2017: Moving Reward
2016: Her Talent Is Black And White
2014: Drill, Baby, Drill
2013: Ruling Color
2012: After This, It’s Time To Close The Left Door For A While
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!

Friday, July 10, 2015

Clean Panties In The Corner Pocket

In the eleven years I've been doing laundry on the road, this is the first time I've been in a laundromat with a pool table in it.

I can only assume that because it's in a town with a military base, there must be a lot of guys doing their own laundry, and guys waiting on their laundry need something to do, right?

Only possible thing that make sense.



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2014: Total Throwback Thursday

2013: Attack Of The 50 Foot Chicagoan
2012: The Art Of The Merge (And Other Simple Courtesies Of The Road)
2011: Montana Fluff
2010: Stop The Presses!
2009: Fiesta Ed Friday
2008: Crotchety Old Woman
2007: One Side Of A Coin
2006: Why Oh Why
2005: Sign Of The Times

Monday, June 29, 2015

Patriotic Blooms

We made a quick stop at the Petro in Kingsland, Georgia and while Ed ran into the store, I noticed the flower pots at the end of each fuel island.

Flower pots!  With bright, colorful flowers.  They were plastic - my mother would fully approve - but they were still flowers.  And it was really nice to see each fuel island blooming with a burst of color. 

Thanks, Petro!


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2014: Someone's Going Home With This

2013: Hey Cutie!
2012: I’ll Have To Pry It From Her Dead, Cold Fingers
2011: Straight Talk
2010: Who Knew There Were Things To Do Other Than Eating Pie?
2009: 157 Years Of Light
2008: Call Me. We Have Telephones In Nebraska Now.
2007: Reach For The Sky
2006: Sorry, no post on this day.
2005: Sorry, no post on this day.

Monday, November 03, 2014

Operating Empty In The Scenic South

We delivered in South Carolina on Thursday.  We sat around Friday recuperating from our back to back team runs and on Saturday, while surfing the net, we found a house for sale that we liked and wanted to look at.  It was in Nashville.  It had only been on the market for two days and met almost all of our "must haves".  Houses like this have come and gone in the blink of an eye and we knew if we didn't at least see it, we'd kick ourselves.  The realtor agreed to meet us on Sunday.

So we drove up to Nashville.  A nine-hour, 520-mile deadhead.

For those of you who don't know, deadheading is when you drive empty, with no load, from one place to another.  Sometimes a deadhead is part of your next load.  For instance, maybe you deliver in Newark, New Jersey and then pick up your next load in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania which then delivers in Seattle, Washington.  The six hours from Newark to Pittsburgh would be your deadhead.  Because you're using fuel that you have to pay for to go get that load, you'll want to make sure the rate you get for the load covers the cost of that fuel.  


Typically, we don't deadhead more than two hours but there are situations where the load pays so insanely well, we'll do a four or six or eight hour deadhead to go get it.  A few times we've deadheaded eleven hours.  It's rare, but it happens.  I personally hate to do it because even though it pays, we have to do the actual driving to get it which just feels like another work day to me in a way that picking up a regular load doesn't.  I can't explain my reasoning and Ed hates when I comment about the distance we drive to get another load, but thankfully (for him) it doesn't happen very often.

We have, on occasion, deadheaded for personal reasons.  And when we do that, we pay the fuel out of our pocket since there is no load to cover the cost.  That's what we did this weekend.  The cost fluctuates depending on the fuel prices at the time, and right now it costs us about $0.45 per mile to drive somewhere empty.  So the deadhead from South Carolina to Nashville this weekend set us back about $234.00.  


When we were done house-hunting and visiting with my best friend and her family, we still had to deadhead from Nashville to Alabama to pick up our next load.  That was another six hours, covering approximately 340 miles, and adding an additional $153.00 to our cost.  Part of these two costs will be covered by what the load pays, and the rest we'll try to make up somewhere else down the line.  But if we don't, we don't.  That's trucking.  

We have two record-breaking deadheads.

The first happened when we took a load to Alaska back in 2005.  We picked up in Marietta, Oklahoma and delivered to Fort Richardson, Alaska - which is essentially Anchorage - a trip of over four thousand miles.  The money to make the trip included not only enough to turn a profit (duh, the whole point of being in business), but also enough to cover the 2,452 mile deadhead to Tacoma, Washington to pick up our next load.  If we had to pay the fuel for that 2,400 mile deadhead at the same rate as today, it would have cost us more than $1,100.00.  Likely more because the fuel in Canada is much higher than what we pay here and they sell it by the liter, not the gallon.  Don't even make me do that math, I have enough trouble remembering how many liters (almost four?) to a gallon.  This is a situation where it really matters that what you're getting paid for the load covers the cost of your deadhead.  Even more so because there is almost never freight out of Alaska.

Our second longest deadhead - where we did have to pay for the fuel out of our own pocket - came when we made the decision to make the trip from our home in Arizona to Florida, where the company we're leased to was holding the annual driver appreciation event.  We didn't have a load, we didn't want to fly, we thought it would be best to have our truck with us so we could go right back to work when it was over, and we really wanted to meet up with our friends who were also attending.  Because the event took place on a specific date, we couldn't sit around waiting for just the right freight to come our way, so we just decided to hit the road and foot the bill.  The trip was 1,950 miles, so about $900.00 in fuel.  We felt it was well worth it.


When we're on the road our truck is our personal vehicle.  We use it to go grocery shopping, to the mall, to the movies, out to dinner, to go do laundry, etc.  If we find ourselves in one location for an extended period of time we will rent a car if we know we'll be doing a lot of driving or if we know we have to travel in locations that aren't truck friendly.  But for the everyday errands, it's all done by truck, and the fuel cost isn't covered by anyone but us.  

And because Ed is a stickler for doing things by the book when he's behind the wheel, even when we're not under a load we still log our miles as if we were.  Because there are two of us we really never have to worry about running out of time and we don't have an EOBR (yet) so we don't have to worry about staying within what they're calling "personal conveyance" time.  Which, by the way, is total bullshit.  I'd like to see the people who made these rules try to get ALL of their errands done within the very narrow slice of time they allot.

The bottom line is, deadhead is often unavoidable.  But it's also necessary if you want to continue to run a successful trucking operation.  If you're good with figuring your expenses and watching your numbers (that's all Ed, I have nothing to do with 'rithmatic), you will have the extra cash to use for those times when, on a whim, you drive nine hours to go look at a house that's for sale.

We're on our way to the Northeast now and don't plan on any epic deadheads in the near future.

I need to spend more time soaking in the Fall colors before the big snow hits.  It's coming, y'all.


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2013: The Sun Shines For All Cyclists

2012: Lured Into A Tourist Trap
2011: Dining At The Buckhorn
2010: Ancient Details
2009: Framed By Fake Fall
2008: Let’s Hope This Five Year Old Is As Accurate With His Predictions As He Is With His Aim For The Toilet
2007: Belated Greetings From The Great Pumpkin Pile
2006: Working Man
2005: Black And White

Sunday, June 08, 2014

Life's A Peach

It's peach season!!!  I'm so excited.  I've been waiting for this all winter.  I'm totally jonesin' for a fresh peach!  

The picture is a drive-by - see the blur in the grass?  Roadside stands are open and peaches are aplenty! 

Photo snapped while whizzing through Gaffney, South Carolina.



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2013:  Shopping By Silhouette

2012: It’s No E-Z Pass
2011: They’re Not As Loud When They’re Relaxing
2010: Sorry, no post on this day.
2009: Sorry, no post on this day.
2008: Post-Tornado Sky
2007: Eddie Ooh Rah Friday
2006: The Human Jeweler
2005: Sorry, no post on this day.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

In The Nick Of Time

We sat in the truck stop watching the power company trucks trickle in.  By the time we left this morning, there were ten of them.  Waiting for the Storm of the Century to unfold.  Well, if you don't count the storm of the century that hit them two weeks ago.

This is what it looked like when we left South Carolina early this afternoon.  We were getting out just in the nick of time.

We're heading to the Northeast, where snow is expected, but also where they are not only prepared for it, but know how to drive in it.  I suspect we'll be enjoying several inches of snow - somewhere between six and fifteen if the forecast is right - for Valentine's Day.  
I can't think of a better way to celebrate the love.

Later, Dixie!


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2013:  This Business Means Business

2012: A Nodding Donkey On The Hill
2011: What A Croc
2010: Flash Of Pole
2009: They Hire ‘Em Young These Days
2008: Setting Sail At Sunset
2007: Happy Bee
2006: It’s Not Unusual
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!

Monday, February 10, 2014

The New Rest Area

I was sitting outside of the Pilot for a little less than an hour waiting for my laundry to be done.  I had a seat perched on an empty shelf where windshield washer fluid once sat, and an unobstructed view of the fuel island.  I surfed the net on my iPhone while I waited.

During that time I watched this ABF truck on the right pull through the fuel island - he didn't even get fuel - and park in the spot he's currently in. He went inside and disappeared for at least twenty minutes.

I know it was twenty minutes because I was timing my dryer cycle.  And when the women in the truck behind him pulled in - she got fuel, washed her windows, popped the hood and checked her fluids - before she headed up the stairs to go in and pay.  She was talking on her Bluetooth headset the entire time.


When she came out, I politely interrupted her.  I told her the guy in front of her had been there for twenty minutes, that he didn't even get fuel, but that I hadn't seen him since he went in.  She thanked me and said, "Well then I think I'll just go get me a cup of coffee."  

She came out with the coffee and he was still there.  By now it was at least thirty minutes he'd been gone.  She got back in her truck, still talking on the phone, and sat there for a while.  He eventually came out, fast food bag in hand, lumbering to his truck as if all was right in the world.  He was a big 'ol boy, too.

Now I'm all about the lazy.  I will take the spot closest to the door in any shopping establishment worldwide.  Here at the Pilot, the parking lot was one flight down from the fuel island, the store was one flight up, and the Wendy's was another two flights up.  I can see where a bout of laziness can strike.

As much as I feel the pain of those who don't want to do a Stairmaster to get a burger, the embarrassment of coming out to a fuel island full of people after having been gone for thirty minutes, and to not even emerge with a fuel ticket in hand, would have been more than I'd be able to bear.  I like my lazy to be done privately.

Getting fuel, paying for it, grabbing a cup of coffee or a snack while you're inside getting your paperwork is fine.  Parking and going for your lunch is not.  Using the fuel island to catch up on your logbook is not.  Calling your girlfriend or mother and chit-chatting while other people are waiting behind you, no good.

And it's certainly not the place to squeeze in your thirty minute break.  Use your brains, people.  You're not the only one on the road.  Have some consideration.

Because we've got your number.  That's right, ABF Truck# 500447.  I'm talking to you. 



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2013: Sidestepping Nemo Wasn't All That Hard
2012: Fun, Fresh, Fabulous Little Neighborhood
2011: What Do You Get When The Daily Rant Meets The Plum Trucker? A Plum Crush!
2010: Industrial Morning
2009: Sunset On Venice
2008: Knots And Nautical Miles
2007: What Is The World Coming To When The Girls Next Door Think They Are Fat??
2006: T.T.D.L.I.T.H.A.T.I.F.
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Towering Peach

Peach tower in Gaffney, South Carolina. Shot through the windshield of a moving truck.



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Trucks, Friends, Life On The Road And A New Throne For My Queen Sized Ass
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