{"id":15814,"date":"2017-09-01T17:04:19","date_gmt":"2017-09-01T21:04:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/?p=15814"},"modified":"2017-09-01T17:04:19","modified_gmt":"2017-09-01T21:04:19","slug":"a-look-back","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tenfourmagazine.com\/content\/2017\/09\/special-features\/a-look-back\/","title":{"rendered":"A Look Back"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"LookBack1\"<\/a>I recently stopped by to see my old friend Louie Kartman, a retired trucker who\u2019d driven every state and hauled everything from baling twine to churches during his nearly 50-year driving career. Now beyond 85 years old, he never fails to reminisce about the one trip I took with him back in 1990. For Louie, the trip from Dubuque, Iowa to El Paso, Texas, on a humanitarian run delivering food, clothing and household items destined for a mission in Juarez, Mexico, was his shining moment to share his world with me. At the time, I was a high school English teacher on sabbatical, so I had some time to tag along. Clearly, it was an important time \u2013 a time that gave both of us a story to remember and re-tell over 25 years later. So, here goes…<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Ken, how\u2019s about riding with me to El Paso next week?\u201d This simple question started the ball rolling and began an experience with Louie which gave me a different outlook on the world of over-the-road truckers. For years I\u2019d wanted to go with Louie to see what this business of trucking was all about, and now I had my chance: from Iowa to Texas and back, in ten days, covering over 3,000 miles. As I climbed up into Louie\u2019s cabover and settled into the seat, I had no idea what lay ahead.<\/p>\n

As a favor to the community, and at his own expense, Louie agreed to haul a load of food and clothing to a mission in Mexico near El Paso, Texas. While I watched the truck being loaded, I sensed the real togetherness of area truckers. Several gave up their time to help load, while still others poured over maps and routings with Louie. I felt a closeness to these drivers who, without seeking any money, without questioning why, without wondering what to do, showed up to help us get on the road.<\/p>\n

\"LookBack2\"<\/a>We pulled out and only drove a few miles when Louie stopped to make a phone call \u2013 apparently, something was missing from the bulging document pouch he carried. Suddenly, I was introduced to the bureaucracy of the trucking world. There were papers for everything, but something about \u201cpermits and bingo stamps\u201d had Louie all worked up with whoever was on the other end of the phone. Within half an hour, the owner of the rig appeared and reassured Louie everything was in order. As he crawled back into the cab, I heard him grumble, \u201cThere\u2019s still no Bill of Lading, and I don\u2019t see no fuel permits for Missouri or Kansas… look in that pouch again.\u201d<\/p>\n

I started reading off the papers and soon realized how much truckers dealt with on the road. We had no current fuel permits, so Louie said we\u2019d need to get past the chicken coops \u2013 \u201cthe weigh stations,\u201d he added, after he saw my puzzled expression \u2013 before they opened or after they closed. A few hours later, we pulled into a rest stop near the Missouri border and Louie got on the horn to check the traffic from the south. The chicken coop was closed, and as I listened to the chatter on the CB, I was again impressed by the faceless and nameless drivers. They were all like a huge family, traveling the dark roads together, each ready to help the other.<\/p>\n

We eased back onto the interstate and rolled across the state line, confident we missed the first scale. \u201cBoy, I\u2019m real glad that coop was shut down,\u201d Louie sighed as we drove by, \u201cbecause I think we\u2019re overweight, to boot. I moved the wheels, but I just don\u2019t know. I\u2019d hate to get fined for being too heavy, what with all this being free stuff for the poor.\u201d Now I knew what Louie had done earlier that day, when a trucker pulled a pin and I saw the wheels slide back. More and more, I was discovering the necessary tricks of survival for truckers.<\/p>\n

As we continued on the interstate with no serious problems, I began to enjoy the ride and chatter between us. In fact, I received a first-class education on the world of trucking as I listened to Louie\u2019s endless well of stories from 30 years of over-the-road travel. Each time we stopped, I found Louie catching up on odds and ends in his logbook, along with plotting out fuel stops and chicken coops. Louie was a master at juggling all the loose ends, and I admired all the other drivers I saw doing much the same at the various rest stops. On one stop, somewhere in the south of Kansas, I really came to terms with the entire world of truck drivers.<\/p>\n

\"LookBack3\"<\/a>The truck stop was large and the hour was late, but the whole place was a beehive of activity. Way in the back were the sleepers, while others were lined-up at the fuel pumps, and still others were parked close to the restaurant. Once we were refueled, we went inside to eat. Truckers drive hard and boy do they eat well! I ate the biggest 26-ounce steak I ever saw \u2013 so big it literally hung over the plate. I figured such steaks were only served in movies, but nearly every trucker was chowing down on an equally-large chunk of meat and all the trimmings. I don\u2019t know of any place I\u2019ve ever been where I had as much fun eating, for in-between mouthfuls of delicious food, many were laughing and joking with each other. I felt warm and peaceful among this jovial group.<\/p>\n

Finally finished, Louie turned to a (pay) phone and called home. I took the time to roam about the truck stop and once again found my stereotyped image of truck drivers dissolving. Several were chatting around a book rack filled with westerns, murder mysteries and other novels, and I was impressed by their impromptu \u201cbook club\u201d being held as they listened to one another talk about their favorite. Of course, people assume truck drivers don\u2019t read because they prefer to drink and fight. But, in my brief encounter, I found these seemingly rough and tough drivers were as sensitive and literate as any non-truckers sharing the roads. In fact, I\u2019d wager truckers read more since they are so often at the mercy of freight receivers as to when they can unload. Judging by the \u201cbooks on tape\u201d rack, I\u2019m sure many others were roaring down the road with novels coming over the speakers of their cassette players.<\/p>\n

Refueled and fed, we left Kansas, and our situation became pretty hairy as we snaked our way down into Texas. Eventually, we hit an open chicken coop and here I learned the real art of truck driver diplomacy. Turns out we weren\u2019t overweight like Louie thought, but the lack of documentation for the load caused Louie some problems \u2013 as did the lack of bingo stamps. Again, my respect for drivers deepened as I realized the restrictions and requirements each state imposed upon truckers\u2019 rights to travel and haul goods. I\u2019m sure there\u2019s some sense to it all, but as I watched Louie go through the mound of papers in his document pouch, in an effort to convince the officer his intentions were good, all I saw was frustration on Louie\u2019s face. We got out of the coop with no fine when the officer finally cited our efforts as a \u201chumanitarian act.\u201d But it didn\u2019t matter to us \u2013 we were finally able to get rolling for the last part of the trip down.<\/p>\n

Since we were not allowed to drive into Juarez, Mexico, to the mission, the Mexican government required us to unload everything at the border in El Paso. After they inspected it all, they loaded it into their own trucks to make the delivery. We know the stuff made it there because the next day \u2013 and several thereafter \u2013 we went to the mission to help with some construction, and we were there when the goods arrived.<\/p>\n

Once the load was delivered safely and our construction work was done, we enjoyed a hot shower and a good night\u2019s sleep in a motel bed before heading back north. Louie snagged a load in El Paso to take up to Oklahoma City and then, amazingly, found a load to pick up in Oklahoma City headed right into Iowa. For Louie, the loads saved the trip because he was able to recover his costs for the \u201cfree\u201d freight heading south.<\/p>\n

Looking back, I\u2019m really glad I got to tag along with my friend Louie on that trip and saw firsthand all that goes on in the trucking world. Now, whenever I see a big eighteen-wheeler rolling down the highway, I just smile, knowing first-hand that truckers are a neat bunch of folks out there.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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