What I will do with this entry is speak about my life on the road in America. I will just keep continually updating it.
It seems to me that nobody new to Pattaya Live is reading any of this. It is just old forum members who are aware of my strange life. However for the sake of a fresh start I will outline things a bit.
Unlike the majority of American truckers I actually live in my truck. It is not just my place of work but also my home. I have lived in a truck since 2008 on and off and it was the move into a truck that in its own way started this first thread now blog of Snapshot. It was originally called A Small Snapshot Of The Future. It got abbreviated to Snapshot as time went by. The reason for the original title was because I was on the edge of losing everything and I could see that the coming storm was going to envelope Europe too. That what was about to happen to me was going to come to many Pattaya Live board members too. Turned out I was right back in early 2008. The financial crisis happened and for many the world was stood on its head. I went from being an electrical engineering technician at Motorola specializing in RF and oscillators to being a truck driver. My struggle of a middle class life in Fort Lauderdale with year round sunshine, swimming pools, beaches and Cuban 'cuisine' teetered. Then it fell all the while using PL as an outlet for frustration and one final (so I thought) beano in Thailand.
However I seem to have a knack of survival and this was no exception. I started driving for others then bought a truck and finally started my own business. There have been some upsets and stupid mistakes over the last couple of years but it had stabilized until 2018. The old truck just gave me the finger one too many times and I bought a new one about a month ago.
It cleaned me out. I see hope and a future but it has wiped me out. AGAIN.
The trouble with moving trucks is that the money wheel must keep spinning. Otherwise it is all over. Therefore time for adapting the truck into a home can be a real struggle to find. I was in the old truck for a long time and didn't realize just how much I had done until I had to make the move. At the beginning you throw what you think you'll need into the new truck and launch yourself out onto the highways of America to get the money flowing. It is uncomfortable and very frustrating. Slowly you find homes for everything. You make improvements and that truck turns from being a jumble sale into a home. Just as with a house the problem is divided into sections. Kitchen, living quarters, bedroom, entertainment office and bathroom. It can be done but it is slow and tedious and meanwhile you live in what seems like a garden shed. There are cables and boxes everywhere. Milk crates are temporary cabinets and always that elusive tool you need ends up being lost.
As time goes by I will show the work that I do to the truck and you will see the changes take place. Believe it or not it takes a lot of woodworking. Yes you wouldn't think that was involved but it is. By using the original Freightliner stuff I can create some beautiful cabinets with sliding drawers. As each box of crap finds its home the truck life becomes easier. Things stop being in the way. It becomes ordered.
I have a storage bay in Mississippi and it has turned into a woodworking shop. It is where I make the stuff for the truck. At the moment there is a commode sitting there that I need to put the finishing touches to and bring onboard the truck. I made it for the old one but as luck would have it it is a perfect fit in the new one. I have to creatively make liners for the inside of the walls of the cabinets then shelves then drawers. All the while trying to pay all the bills. It is a challenge. The passenger seat must be removed the airlines tapped off and the cabinet for the fridge installed. Frankly I don't think I have the energy but I must try.
I was in Mississippi about a week and a half ago. Taking care of loose ends and paperwork. I threw some more stuff from one truck into the other and headed out pronto. Tupelo where Elvis was born to Memphis then down to Houston Texas. From there up to a remote town called Circle in Montana and then right across North Dakota to Grand Forks which is where I am now. I have a load of Unilever crap to pick up on Monday for Independence Missouri. Kansas City way. I am tired. Driving is tiring.
The truck is ok but needs work. Just adjustments. Hopefully I can have the winter without any mishaps. As I said I will update this thread within the blog for trucking stuff.