Stuck 150 miles from home.

Sean

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Ran out of driving hours and can't move for 36 hours. Not a happy bunny.
 
Is fudging driving logs as big of an occurrence over there as it is here?

Digital driving cards these days, d/l'd to the DoT every month. You get caught, you lose your license.
 
Yes I was being facetious above, if you get caught it could cost you more than it's worth.
I can't even cross railroad tracks without stopping or I'll lose my license for 90 days.
 
As pathetic as constantly bumping your own lame threads because everyone else finds you terminally boring?
No, an order of magnitude more pathetic than that, actually.

But, since you're apparently starting your Friday out a bit early, no doubt you'll outdo yourself in the coming hours.
 
Yes I was being facetious above, if you get caught it could cost you more than it's worth.
I can't even cross railroad tracks without stopping or I'll lose my license for 90 days.
Even in a standard 40 footer? I only have to stop if I've got an abnormal load.
 
Do what my drivers do when they run our of hours, text call and email me to complain about the food at whatever truck stop they stopped at.
 
Do what my drivers do when they run our of hours, text call and email me to complain about the food at whatever truck stop they stopped at.

He's in England. There's no need to waste a text message to say the food sucks. Everyone knows the food sucks.
 
Digital driving cards these days, d/l'd to the DoT every month. You get caught, you lose your license.

I didn't know that. I dated a long-hauler about 10 years ago, and he kept 3 books and popped those little yellow pills like there was no tomorrow. I got tired of worrying about him crashing and burning or killing himself and other travelers. My time with him left me paranoid about the mental and physical state of ever trucker I've ever passed on the interstate. Knowing about the digital driving cards makes me feel a little better.
 
They made their bed, let them lie in it.


There he is. Mister Stick-It-To-The-Man-Union-Steward-Wannabe, fighting for the Rights of his Oppressed Brothers, and yet helplessly pinched like a strained turd between the asscheeks of Gummint Oversight and Dah Rulez.


Simple paper won't get this job done. It calls for a half-gallon of Bunghole Be Bright.



I did not mean he should text me persay, but someone. Someone who cares.


He's Sean. People run out of give-a-shit with him pretty quickly.
 
He's in England. There's no need to waste a text message to say the food sucks. Everyone knows the food sucks.

Truckstop food tends to be all the same, lots of calories piled high for very little money. Fuel.
 
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