Never Assume Anything.

                                                                                                          Interior of Mountain Refigerated Wharehouse. We should have this in New Hampshire.

The run across Kansas was nothing short of awesome the conditions, environment and the politics an experience, an American experience.

Unfortunately, it could not last. My destination on this load is Springfield, Missouri which required me to head south down through the heavily trafficked Kansas City down U.S. 13 and small towns until I hit Springfield. And it wasn’t a good run at all. Despite the fact that I’m still running on time for my delivery, my dispatcher is continuing his regimen of asking what my ETA is even though he has a satellite and can track my every movement. Then it gets more interesting on every trip the trucking company assigns a fuel routing and where they want the driver to stop for fuel. In any case, because I was concentrating on the heavy traffic in Kansas City I ended up overshooting my fuel stop by about 15 miles creating the quandary: do I turn around and go back?

I’ve still got a ½ a tank of fuel so I decide to skip this stop and concentrate on getting the load there safely and on-time so I continue to head south. And the traffic gets even worse I don’t know what it is about Midwest drivers but none of them seem to know how to use their turn indicators and this is compounded by individuals that are on-ramps that don’t look to their left to see what is coming down the travelling lane. So, I finally arrive in Springfield. The whole area reminded me of being in the Monadnock area of New Hampshire and/or Keene.  So now I’ve got to find the destination: Being a refrigerated driver I’d assumed this delivery is going to be like a lot of others I’ve done to a square building that houses freezers and refrigerators i.e. a refrigerated warehouse. Duh!

Never assume anything in trucking or politics. Never.

I’m now driving down this road thick forests on either side and the only thing ahead of me is a mountain and you’ll never guess where the delivery is: inside of the mountain! So I pull into the driveway there must be 20 trucks waiting to unload or load and then I’m thinking the warehouse company saves substantial money by storing inside a cool cave instead of paying for machinery this could work well. (I’d later learn that there is refrigeration equipment inside the mountain, but they do save a lot of money doing this way).

And of course my question is "why aren’t we doing this in New Hampshire?"

So I ended driving into this dark cave. It reminded me of the bat cave but unlike some of the unloads I’ve done in places like Keasbey, New Jersey the staff here were professional and well coordinated I was literally unloaded in 45 minutes and made an immediate departure for the next load in Springfield itself this load would be full of complications before I ended up getting it into Atlanta and my home terminal and would prove to be my last load as a driver for Central Refrigerated Service Inc.