Making A Truck Driver – Finale

Is it a bonus week when you pay for a five-week course to learn how to drive a semi and actually get six weeks for the same price because you failed part of the test at the BMV?  Or is it the truck driving student’s equivalent of the dunce cap from school days of yore?  I still have not figured that one out, but it didn’t matter – Week number 6 was a good week.

I got a different guy at the test facility this time, one who was a lot less friendly than the guy from the previous week.  My range maneuvers were all good this time, so out we went for a drive.

By this time I had driven what was known to be the test route several times.  There is one place where we follow a 40 mph surface street that turns into an interstate highway.  The route has us take an immediate entrance ramp to a second intersecting highway, then take the immediate exit to head the opposite way to the first highway, which turns back into the 40 mph surface street again.  The instructor had given us the place where the speed limit dropped from 55 to 40 mph – which was necessary to know because there was a traffic light shortly thereafter.  The tester had a far stricter interpretation and told me that the speed limit was 55 mph all the way to the light.

This became a problem when the light turned from green to yellow to red as I approached.  I had plenty of time to get on the brakes and haul the rig down before the light.  The problem was that doing so without at least two downshifts so as to be in 3rd gear by the time I stopped would be an automatic fail.

Remember early on when I explained how the 5-speed transmission in these old Macks refuses to be rushed?  I knew that I had to accomplish two downshifts in the time the truck would be willing to do one.  There was only one thing to do – force it.  On my drives with the instructor I had crashed gears plenty of times, and had also seen the instructor grab the shift lever and jam it where it needed to be, gear crashing or not.  I became the boss of that transmission and got my two downshifts.  They were not quiet and they were not smooth.  But I got them.

I passed the test, though the tester made it a point to tell me how rough the ride had been.  I resisted the temptation to hand him the keys and tell him that it was his turn to fight with old Mack No. 208, and that I looked forward to seeing how much smoother he was at it.  However, I held my tongue.  All of my time, effort and money had paid off, and I had now passed my CDL test.  But that was not all I needed for a license.

I had passed all of the written tests at the BMV for the various endorsements to the CDL (double/triple trailers, tanker and HazMat).  The HazMat is an interesting animal, especially after some fairly recent federal changes.  I took and passed the test at school, took and passed the test at the BMV, so it was done, right?  Well, no.  The BMV gave me a temporary license printed on paper, but without the HazMat endorsement.  I then needed to pre-register online with the TSA (the people who man the airport security checks) and go to an appointment to get fingerprinted for a background check.

Next I would get my real license (without the HazMat) in the mail, but then when the TSA results came back, I had to go BACK to the BMV to have the license re-issued with the HazMat endorsement.  It is no wonder they have a shortage of drivers, with all the hoops we have to jump through these days.

Within 24 hours I had two job offers, or kinda sorta job offers and one last bit of drama.  My first choice was with a company called Yellow Freight.  A Yellow rep came to talk to our class and described a pretty rosy gig.  It was all driving between terminals, no city driving, no touching of freight, and someone else does the dropping and hooking of trailers.  Any overnight stays were at a hotel with transportation provided from the terminal.  It was to be a union job – which would have been a new experience for me.  The problem was that they would not process my application until I had my CDL WITH the HazMat in hand.

Oh well, I had wanted to take a week off between leaving the law office and starting school and couldn’t make that happen, so my week of either vacation or unemployment would come now.  That turned into close to two weeks because of the time it took for the HazMat. Then a funny thing happened – I saw a news article about how Yellow Freight was in tough financial shape.  That started a deep news and research dive for me, which left me convinced that Yellow Freight was not long for this world.  I had already turned down an offer with another company, and had to sheepishly make a call to that hiring manager suggesting that I had reconsidered things and would like to talk to him again.  It was a good call because Yellow Freight shut down for good (following years of bad management) about a month after I would have started working there had I gone through with their hiring process.

I have now been employed for about nine months at a company that I do not intend to name.  It is a regional company that has (among other lines) multiple contracts to haul mail for the U.S. Postal Service.

It is a good company and everyone has treated me really well.  The first week and a half was spent backing trailers in one of the company parking lots.  They say that most accidents happen while backing and that most drivers suck at backing, so they start everyone out in this way.  Then came another couple of weeks with a trainer to learn procedures and to get some fine-tuning in my driving skills.  One of my classmates (the ex-lawn care guy) took a job here the week before I did, and our trainer told me how it is a treat to get guys from our school because we come in with good habits and already know how to drive.  I have now been out with a truck on my own for several months.

For the first several months I got to experience quite a few different trucks, from the old Macks to some more modern Freightliners and Internationals, both with automatic transmissions.  It is interesting how every single unit has its own unique personality and quirks, and how some of them are really pleasant while others are more of a chore to drive.  This is especially true with the old Macks – I never know whether I will be a Mack Daddy or on the receiving end of a Big Mack Attack.  Perhaps I can write up some driving impressions some time.

By December I had progressed to having a regular route and a regularly assigned truck.   The regular route was driving nights to deliver trailer-loads of mail between postal facilities in various cities in Indiana (and occasionally beyond).  It was a load of hours (around 62 hours per week), with 12 to 13 hour nights from Sunday through Thursday, leaving Friday and Saturday nights off, and I am home at the end of each shift.  There are routes with fewer hours, but more hours means more money, and I figure that I may as well make hay while the sun shines (as my farming relatives would say).

The truck is one of the automatic Freightliners, a 2014 model with about 500k miles on it.  These are far more civilized than the old Macks, but the automatic (an automated manual, really) is slow and is not always in the gear I want.  I still enjoy occasionally getting into the Macks, but will admit that my 64-year-old clutch knee appreciates the Freightliner on a daily basis.  The Freightliner is a Daimler product, so it is a lot like driving a big Ram – it drives very nicely and as plenty of conveniences, like power windows and mirrors.  But it can be the victim of cheap parts that fail in irritating ways.

Also, I discovered one night last November that the plastic bumper is no match for a deer, which managed to crack the radiator when I ran it down, leading to a very, very long night while I waited for a tow truck to bring a substitute tractor in rural eastern  Illinois, so that I could continue my trip to St. Louis.

Quite recently my schedule changed again, and I am now starting in the wee hours of the morning.  Unfortunately, hours have been reduced substantially due to the company being underbid on some Postal contracts and losing a number of trips.  I am waiting to see how things settle out to decide whether this is where I will stay or if I need to go elsewhere.  Fortunately, a CDL with all of the endorsements qualifies me for virtually anything, although I will have more options after I complete a year of tractor-trailer experience.

After several months, I can report that my stress levels are far, far lower than they have been in decades.  I am physically tired at the end of a 12-13 hour shift, but that is far more pleasant than the mental tiredness I used to experience in my former life.  Now, I leave the job behind when I get in the car to drive home and don’t need to think about it until I get ready to go in for the next shift.  It is a funny thing that since I started this odyssey, I have heard several stories of people who left other fields to go into trucking.  So far, I have heard of a CPA, another lawyer, a radiologist, and a guy who spent years in sales.  The lawyers at my old firm used to compliment me for “thinking out of the box”.  My life has improved tremendously after I stopped thinking outside of other peoples’ boxes and started thinking outside of my own.  Also, there have been enough men in my extended family with blue collar jobs that making this change was not as big of a culture shock as it might have been for some others.

The bottom line?  While I am still settling in, I am happier than I have been in years and am really enjoying the journey.