oh well, enough of butt breathing turtles, extra terrestials and all the other weird stuff, its back to the plot...................................
i am on day 6 of this latest little whirlwind american visit, this morning i woke up in The Bronx NY and tonight i am going to bed in Avon NY. This morning was a bit of a nightmare but i eventually got unloaded, made a swift exit left out of the concrete jungle, scooted over the George Washington bridge, thru Upstate New York then out west thru Pensylvania and back into New York state. My journeys involved a steaming hot shower, a luke warm buffet, and an icey cold wash-out for the backend (the trailer that is)
Im now reloaded with goodies for Canada and parked up for the night ready to cross in the morning. All the paperwork is axed over so we should be good to go and make the delivery tomorrow lunchtime.
Im not sure the buffet was a good idea but i was very hungry, im regretting it now with a poorly tummy and i feel sick. i tried to make it better with a ham and cheese salad and a large bottle of Clamato juice but now i feel even worse.
i had a bit of excitement earlier, a cop who was overtaking me went speeding up the road, there was and flash of brown fur, a screeching of brakes, and for a split second the deer and the cop car became one. Then the whole scene was blood, guts, fur and metal, all bathed in a sea of blue and red pulsating lights. The deer lying at a rakish angle, innards (now outards) steaming in the cold night, legs in the air and a pair of unseeing eyes seemingly staring accusingly at the metal mostrosity that only seconds before had took its whole future away.
Some redneck family are gonna eat well tonight, heee hawww !
hello lyndon, been reading your blog for quite a while now, living my dream through you. was just wondering what sort of work you were doing in the uk? tramping? euro? who for?
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ReplyDeleteFirst of all thanks for taking a peek into my world.
Back in UK i was driving for Wincanton on the St Ivel contract. We were based in Brockworth in Gloucester and used to deliver temp sensitive stuff (mainly dairy) to Tesco, Sainsbury, Walmart and Morrissons National Distribution Centers.
I drove a DAF something or other, my shift started at 00:30 and i was usually back home by mid afternoon. The furthest i used to go would be Doncaster, no tramping, no nights out and no Euro work.
When i applied to work over here i probably wasnt ideally qualified or experienced but hey thats water under the bridge now.
Before that i was a car salesman, furniture salesman, Store Manager and before that i was in the Army for 13 years.
I gave up selling cars because i was crap at it and i thought i had better leave before they fired me , that was in Jan 2003.