“What do you think would be the hardest job for you to do?”
I didn’t even have to think about this one!! I could never ever do what my husband does, never in a million years! He is an over the road truck driver who hauls flat bed loads. Although I would love to see the countryside like he gets to I would absolutely HATE not being home for a month. I would miss my family entirely too much.
Another factor that would make me a bad candidate for truck driving is that I am completely hopeless at backing up a vehicle. I can not back a small vehicle to save my life let alone an eighteen wheeler. It freaks me out. I am the person that will park a mile away from where I am going so that I can pull through to a space that I can easily pull out of. When I was learning how to drive my dad suggested I practice parallel parking in the driveway. So I got in my car and prepared to back into the space that was between his Ranchero and my mom’s Mercury Marquis. I backed up and took out the side of my dad’s Ranchero! It was one of those “Oh $hit” moments I will never forget! My dad came running out of the house waving his arms yelling for me to stop! After that he didn’t think I needed to “practice” any more and eventually insisted that I park in the yard where I could easily turn around far away from his and my mom’s vehicles. Eventually he had a turn around asphalted in the front yard of his house specifically for my benefit. When I finally went to take the driving test for my license the driver’s examiner told me specifically what to do to guide my car and parallel park. Because of this, I passed the test. He must have sensed that I would never handle it on my own!
Besides the fact that I don’t do reverse well, I realize there is a lot of hard work involved in hauling flatbed. My husband has to climb up on loads taller than his truck and balance his a$$ on the wind in all kinds of weather while he tarps. I could never do that! I would be terrified I would fall. While I used to climb around on the heavy machinery my dad hauled when I was a kid, that was a whole different ballgame compared to the steel or whatever that is stacked a mile high on his trailer. Not only does he have to climb great heights and balance, he has to be able to hurl heavy tarps over the top of the load to the other side so he can tie them down. I can just see me completely exhausting myself and never accomplishing that feat or spending the whole time gazing in horror at what I am expected to do and thinking to myself “You have got be $hitting me!”
The last little tidbit which would rock my world if I was an over the road driver would be the paralyzing fear of getting lost and of being surrounded by traffic on every side. I find that very claustrophobic. I can do it, but I drive through big cities with a death grip on the wheel literally $hitting bricks alternating between praying and cussing. While being the wife of a truck driver can be a lonely life, being a truck driver gone all the time would be much worse. Just you and the road as the time passes and minutes turn into hours, days, and weeks. It is a lonely life and not for everyone. I would be so home sick! While there are times when I would love to have a job and travel all over creation like my husband, I am much better off at home and out of trouble until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.