We rolled into Georgia and were greeted by her ominous sky. It took a while for the clouds to wring out the rain, but when it started, it was Mother Nature at her finest. As I have mentioned before, it can be a bit frightening to be on the truck and experience bad weather but at the same time, you are in the shelter of such a large powerful vehicle you feel kind of protected. And the way I see it, at least I have my husband next to me so if something should happen to the truck, we would be together. This is when having a CB is crucial to the safety of drivers, we encountered an accident but were warned by drivers ahead of us which lanes were blocked, this allowed us to get over and slow down with plenty of time and space. This is definitely a moment you wish all vehicles on the road were equipped with CBs (citizen band radio).
Traveling South in to Florida brought us vibrant blue skies and scattered clouds, a nice relief from her neighbor to the North. While in Florida, James was told to return to Georgia after our drop and pick up so that he could do his DOT (department of transportation) physical. It was within days of expiration (even though he had continuously informed his manager of the impending date) and James was scheduled to be on his way to California for an important appointment.
We located the facility that James had to go to for his physical and luckily there was a small fuel station right across the street. As our truck pulled into the fuel station, we found there to be no available parking spots. We tried in vain to wait for a spot by circling the lot for thirty minutes to no avail. We had to abandon our plans and retreat to a truck stop down the road. James called his driver manager who told him to get a taxi to take him back to the clinic and do the DOT physical, by this point it is about 6:30 p.m. and we had not eaten yet but we knew this had to get done and it was just another ugly side to this profession. I stayed in the truck with the curtains drawn and doors locked because of course the closest truckstop was rather questionable when it came to safety. My husband arrived back around 8:30 p.m. to deliver the good news that he was only able to obtain part of the physical because the clinic have not gotten clearance to perform other work. We ate salad from a buffet and went to bed.
We woke the next morning with a hopeful outlook knowing today everything had to be done and we had to be on our way to California. We return to the QT fuel station across the street from the clinic and no sooner had my husbabd stepped out of the truck, it began to rain. He had to cross six lanes of traffic on a very busy main street in Atlanta Georgia, & I stayed behind in the truck. James returned an hour and a half later and we were ready to hit the road. Being a good driver, my husband called the Dot compliance office to inform them he was through with his physical
We had gotten five miles down the road and the DOT compliance agent asked my husband how many pages he had received from the clinic, of course he had not received all of them, that would just be silly. So, we have to find a safe spot to turn back around and go back into the parking lot of the fuel station, encircle it a few times until there was an available spot. Once again my husband had to cross the street to get that other sheet of paper he has not receive, in the rain no less. When we had first entered the fuel station parking lot we noticed a BBQ stand set up at the entrance and since I have yet to have southern BBQ we just had to indulge. James had a nice healthy helping of ribs and since the guy was out of chicken I did not have any meat, but my substitutes were just as delicious; baked beans and the somewhat spicy coleslaw that, if I could, I would order a gallon of. We washed our meal down with a pomegranate lemonade and began our trek out west, glad to leave behind the madness in Atlanta.