The Bronx

This truck (a super B ) managed to flip onto its side

on a straight road, i wasnt quick enough the first time

to snap it but got the recovery on the return journey

Well i had my days at home and as you probably read i put then to good use, Jan and I managed to spend all of one day in the garden. We weeded a patch out on the front, levelled it all out and laid some gravel, that should make it a bit more easy to manage, just a spray of weedkiller every month or so.

The electrician dug a nice trench thru the middle of the lawn so that had to be sunk back down to ground level and reseeded, that was a major headache so cheated by manoevering the car into the back garden and drove over it a few times, the neigbours must have wandered what those strange English people were doing. We also went out and collected a load of firewood so we can have some nice real fires down in the den when the weather turns cold.

So with all the homey stuff done it was time to turn my attention back to trucking. I phoned in to get the details for my next little (did i just say little 8~) ) jaunt.

I got my run starting the following morning, a 2 hitter, first one in the Bronx in New York City and the second one 200 miles north in New Hampshire. So it was a bobtail round to the customer to collect the trailer and a 4 hour wait for paperwork, that was not good as i was hoping to cross the border and clear meat inspection before they closed.



Never mind, i crossed the border and parked up to wai till the inspection house opened this morning. I was first thru and was soon on my way, unfortunately i had to fuel up at Shelby, i really hate going in there as they are so slow and crap, i think ive yet to get out of there in less than half an hour. Id better not say too much about the diabolical service or useless staff or the fact that i have yet to find a card reader that works as i think there is an article about me in either the next issue of the Pilot magasine or the month after. One saving grace about the Town Pump (Pilot) setup at Shelby is the restaurant round the back, if you ever get chance try the liver and onions (if you like liver of course) it is fantastic.

Anyway, i fuelled up, saddled up and buggered off east. I made one quick stop in Malta to grab a french vanilla coffee then i was non stop to Beach Flying J for fuel, burgers and more coffee. I was a bit concerned when the woman at the gas bar squeezed 3 or 4 burgers before she found one young enough to be eatable, the unsuccesfull ones were transfered to the bin, when she dropped my one on the counter it didnt bounce so i guess it was ok to eat. The coffee was another matter, every time bought coffee today it was luke warm. I shouldnt complain really, thats how i drink it at home, Jan goes nuts at me coz when she makes me a hot drink i never drink i till its nearly cold. It just makes me the person i am i guess hehe.

Well after all that i made it to Bismark where i am taking a break then tomorrow i will see how far i get. Im starting to use the Flying J less for parking up now, im using the map and TomTom to get that little bit further every day and still manage to find a secure parking place.

Oh well time to push out some zzzzzzzzzz and see what tomorrow brings..............