Celebrating The lives of those who move a country
S. K. Johnson
Bill has made it a point to never be out much more than two weeks. He’s missed some colossal family events, but also made it home for some. He arrived hours before I went into labor for our son. He stayed close and was in for both his terminally ill parents. But he missed so many little things as our son grew up. When he was in, his time was devoted to trying to “catch up” on those little things. And, he NEVER missed a Christmas. That was always a must, to the point of threatening to quit a couple companies. He has made a very good living for us over the years, so we (son and I) cannot complain.
On the other hand, I, being a very independent type, fit into an over the road driver’s wife with little problem. I probably would never have dedicated so much time as a 4-H leader, had he been home more. It was one of those “chapters” in life I dearly cherish. However, I did learn to do some things I probably would never have attempted, had he been home every night. Changing the wax ring on the toilet and re-wiring the thermostat on the furnace were not my idea of fun, but doing them myself saved the repairman funds for things I would not attempt (including the wax ring AGAIN!). But his driving had it’s other rewards for our son and I. By age 10, our son had been in all 48 states, and later a walk across the Mexican border. I’d also seen them all, along with Mexico and Canada. My fetish for mountains were quenched often.
Coming home and driving local for 5 years gave him the opportunity to spend close time with our son those last couple teen years he was at home. Then it happened…owner/operator friend needed an OTR (over the road driver). With a lot of discussion, son on this own, a failing economy (2008), and my desire for “a new adventure,” we decided to go OTR, with me along this time. And what an adventure it’s been! Six years now, we bought the truck and trailer from our friend and managed not to “kill each other” in such close quarters. Actually, we’ve been able to make up for all those years apart, been able to do some things on layovers (like the San Antonio Riverwalk, tour of the Saguaro cacti in bloom, frequent visits at Dad’s in his last few years).
So now that I’ve joined Bill, it not only gives him company, but I assist in finding loads, handle the phone, do the paperwork (I do windows, but NOT logs!), and occasionally fix a homecooked “crock pot” meal. It’s been a grand “adventure,” but it’s greater when we get back home to spoil the grandkids!
Hi George and Wendy,
My name is Kelly McMahon and I have to start with “Love your show and stories!”
I’m an independent o/o. I pull double flatbeds called a “super B train” in the 5 NW states.
I wrote this poem while on the road. My family liked it and said I should send it in somewhere so I thought of you.
It’s titled “Driver Respect”
The marines say it best “It is earned not given”
We deserve respect for this life were all out here liven
I know it’s not the majority but only the few
who ruin it for us all, it’s just what they do
Just take any exit and what do you see?
Truck tires, trash, and bottles of pee
I don’t know why drivers feel the need to do it
There’s rest areas and truck stops with cans where they should have threw it
Our trucks don’t need to be new, look fancy, or look mean
But is it to much to ask to look professional and clean?
Some are on the phone and some text while they drive
Please just don’t do it, we all need to survive
You say your tired of laws, regulations, and rules
Yet some drivers drive like a bunch of fools
They follow too close or drive too fast
They cut over too soon when they’re barely past
Let’s face it trucking is not science but art
To do it correctly you need to drive smart
Respect is right there in front of us free for the taking
We all need some changes, which ones should you be making?
Safe travels you guys!
What drives me is the fact I help those who have helped me along the way, through the good times and the very bad times. I have seen the entire USA with the exception of Alaska and Hawaii. I have met a few good people out here, for the most part it has been fun and an eye opening experience. I will be leaving the industry for good next year to pursue a bachelors in finance.
I’ve spent my whole life traveling around the country. As a child we never lived in the same town for more than a year and half. I left home early and kept going. Now I do it for a pay check. After researching my family tree, I’ve found that the Thaxtons have always been a people on the go. Every where you look in the history of America, there have been Thaxtons on the frontier, looking for new places and people. I like trucking, and can’t see doing anything else, I’ve tried.
to purchase a truck and run a business, What drives me is my wife taking
care of everything at home so I don’t have to worry about it on the
road. She’s the rock. When I’m at home and were gathered around the
dinner table and say grace and talk to each other I drive every day and
think about the next time well be around the table.