Well - done (2025 Update)

And EXTREMELY expensive uip here.

You must be in the city.

I wonder if they ever thought of shipping it north. Canada has lots of empty space.

Toronto found some other landfill ~ 2010 after about 10 - 12 years of trucking it to Michigan.

John T.

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I am - not big city like Tpronto thpugh. Even small town in this area the land is too valuable and we depend on groundwater for drinking, so suitable landfill sites are very few and far between.

I had to check the map to refresh my memory. I've set up molding systems in Toronto, Mississagua, and Guelph but didn't remember Toronto being anywhere in the vicinity of Michigan. I guess it is, sort of. I've went across that part of Ontario to get from NY to Port Huron so I guess it would work. Even London is about 3/4 of the way to Michigan.

"Recycling" is just a way to make you feel good about trucking your trash 1000 miles to someone else's landfill.

I'm sure. Unless my mental math is way off you could do two round trips a day even with the 14 hour rule. That's assuming a drop and hook operation so you're not sitting in seagull city for a few hours waiting to unload.

That would drive me crazy. I used to get antsy if I did a couple of back to back runs from LA to Seattle. The only thing worse is driving a tractor. Focus on that tree, hope you don't fall asleep before you get there, make a u-turn and find another tree to aim at. I didn't have one of those fancy climate controlled cabs with an entertainment center either, just an elderly Minneapolis-Moline.

For me it was a 540 Cockshutt and a Massey Harris 44. The roar of the massey wasn't bad, but the whine of that darn 540 was totally hypnotic - it would put you to sleep half way across the feild - particularly with the "kerchunk- kerchunk" of the old New Holland baler imposed over it

Back in the Children's Band radio days I got to know some of the truckers running up and down I-95. You talked to the same guys at the same place at the same time almost every night. If they weren't there they had trouble. It was worse than driving a bus but most of them seemed to like it. I rescued one of the guys one night, got him to a phone and back to his truck. It was like pulling the thorn out of the lion's paw. Suddenly I was in the gang. It certainly made driving to Florida a lot faster.

I bounced around the east coast a few times when dispatch was repositioning me for a load back west. As far as I could tell it sucked. Screw around most of the afternoon getting a load, drive five or six hours at night to go 300 miles, spend the morning getting unloaded and put up with crappy truck stops in between.

My idea of a worthwhile run was LA to Dalton and back or even LA to Denver. You usually got to drive during the day, sleep at night, and live like a human. Sometimes LA to Dalton was a little intense and you'd catch about 5 hours of sleep in Amarillo, but then you'd go to Adairsville and hang around for a day or two.

I only got to Florida a couple of times and the last was a disaster. I always carried a bike and I went out for a ride. Wrecked the bike, broke a few ribs, and my collar bone in two places but I'd be damned if I'd go to an ER in Jacksonville knowing they wouldn't let me back in the truck. Lots of ibuprofen but I got it back to Montana. I was supposed to go on to Seattle but I called my dispatcher and told her I was done when I got to town. Broken ribs are the gift that keeps on giving for about six months.

There is a lot to hate in NJ.

With the bicycle I never minded downtime, particularly California downtime in the winter. I'd get home every now and then but that had it's drawbacks. About the only thing going out of town was liner board from the pulp mill. It didn't pay but it got you back into action. Canada was the same. I'd bring furniture in but we couldn't run between two points in Canada so you took whatever you got that was going back to the States.

Furniture and carpets were what really made money for the company. Shippers knew that so you'd bring good paying loads into Denver and take dog food out.

It was fun for a while. I wanted to drive a truck when I was a kid so I took a little break from software in the '90s to do it. No way would I have wanted to look at the rest of my life and think this is how it's going to be. After a couple of years I'd head for AZ in November and go back to work in the spring.

Not sure? Maybe it's CA?