SPF – Resting In the Rig

We’re loading eggs in Sacramento on Saturday with a Tuesday morning delivery in Trenton, New Jersey, four AM. Have to build a fire in this puppy. Barb does her share at the wheel. Hell, we’ve done this before, same run, same sked. If nothing happens we’ll even catch a nap at the other end. But this time the refer broke.

The dispatcher called ahead, got us into the International shop at Sparks, Nevada at two AM. The mechanics declared the refer was junk, and replaced the entire unit. That cost us nearly five hours. If we hadn’t owned a large car with 730 horses out front we would have been charged with a late load.

My CB has a linear amp, so I checked with the yard boss while we were still fifty miles out. They were running late, and they never knew we were late too.

149 words

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12 thoughts on “SPF – Resting In the Rig

  1. Why did you write 149 words in the end?

    Do you know how “Sacramento” got its name?

    Did you get notified about your nomination for Premio Dardos award?

    { Too many questions I guess. }

    Have a nice Sunday and a great week ahead Scott!

    Anand 🙂

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