Foolishness And Mayhem Is The Order Of The Day

We went to Big Rigs Truck Sales in Fontana, California yesterday to get four bank repo trucks and take them to Las Vegas Motor Speedway for Taylor/Martin Auctions. Two Volvos and two Freightliners. These four trucks were not quite junk but wouldn't take much longer to make them junk.

My truck, a Freightliner, was dead. It was being charged while we did all of our regular write up and hook up stuff for the back trucks. There was extra work involved in getting the back trucks done because they were in such bad shape.

It took us four hours to get our work done. Then we got to wait another 30 minutes to find out where the Nevada Permit Office had faxed our permits. We got them later in Barstow, California at the Flying J.

The Santa Anna winds were blowing so hard we had to stop twice to take care of the air fairings of the back trucks to keep them from being blown off.

When we got to the Cajon Weigh Station we found it was open. Joe went over the scales first and was told to park and go to the office. I got the green light that all was well but went and parked next to Joe. Joe spent almost 40 minutes inside listening to the scale guy tell him our set up is illegal "all over in California" when we know different. We were in Sacramento the week before and he went over the scales and was given the green light that all was good.

The scale guy held Joe's driver license until he could get the weight right on the back axle. One and a half hours later, two adjustments, and two backwards drives to get to the scale to reweigh Joe got his license back and we left.

Barstow was the fuel stop for us and a place to get our Nevada Permits faxed. Craziness ran rampant at the Flying J. People with cameras were taking pictures of all the trucks in the fuel islands. There was a driver in our lane that was posing for the cameras and chatting, holding up another driver and us to get fuel. This nonsense went on for 20 minutes. Finally the people got back on the bus to their next adventure and left, cameras and all.

We parked after fueling and went into the restaurant. Before we finished eating a decision was reached. Get a room in Barstow and call it a day. We stayed at the Days Inn, formerly the Red Roof Inn. To get up early and finish the last 70 miles in the morning.

Up at 6:30 our time - 4:30 local - we were checked out and on the road at 7:30. Breakfast was at Whiskey Pete's in Primm, Nevada at 9:00 our time.

At 11:30 our time (9:30) we arrived at the delivery site, only after faulty directions from the delivery site people three times, and began our unhooking. Done and out of there in two hours.

Now we are deadheading nearly 600 miles to Sacramento, California for the last two trucks going to Salt Lake City, UT.

We have been gone for a month and a half with little down time. If there were a "Grumpy Meter" on me - anyone checking it would see it has gone into the Red Zone. I am way past Grumpy and Edgy.

I WANT TO GO HOME!!





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