Well as of yesterday I am a bonafide Pilot employee. Brann couldn’t wait to get me driving, and then the fear set in… Oh.My.God…. I have to what?
I’d only had 3 weeks of school and of that only about 8 hours of actual road driving! Beads of sweat started forming at every available area of skin and my lunch did its best to show itself. “OK!” I had no control over my words, but mostly I was not about to disappoint Brann.
“Well get on in” Brann was laughing, I was not.
I climbed into the seat and tried stalling by moving as slowly as I could to readjust the seat and steering wheel. And I played completely dumb when it came to my log book. Brann had enough, “Start the truck,let’s go!” Uuuuuugh!
Here we go, gears grinding, tires rolling. “SHIFT!” What the hell? Suddenly my sweet loving fiance and best friend is a drill sargeant? “I AM” I retaliated. This wonderful banter continued for about 250 miles.
I couldn’t take anymore. Call me a lala if you want, but 80,000 pounds of responsibility was to much at that moment. Steep downhills, sharp corners and cars sliding in front of you without warning. Blah.
We switched seats and I started crying like a baby! What in the? Those who know me know that I don’t really cry. I guess stress got the best of me. I went to the sleeper to decompress and passed out for 8 hours!
The next consecutive days have gotten easier, but it’s still very scary.
Hope everyone is well out there, and remember, trucking is scary. Give drivers a break once in awhile.










