3:30 am.  Woke up with the phone ringing.   Greg had called the receiver to see if we could come in earlier since we were close but at 8 pm last night no one answered.   I guess they felt 3 am was a good time to call.   He said to come on in and they would work us in.   Now Gregs clock hasn’t reset yet so we have to wait about an hour.  Back to sleep.  

5 am.  Drove on in to receiver and waited about 2 hours.  We were done by the time we were scheduled to be there so that was good.   

9 am. Got new trip.  You’ll never believe where.  Dallas!   I know you are shocked.   Heading to Riviera Beach, Florida for a live load.   If you remember this is where we waited 7 hours to get loaded last time.  Hope they got their act together better today.   First have to stop in Ft. Pierce and get a trailer wash out.    

2 pm.   Waiting for them to get us loaded. 

3 pm.  Still waiting.  

5:30 pm.   Finally finished.    Better than 7 hours but still ridiculous.    This place has two buildings.   We sit and watch them bring the load over from the other building a forklift at a time.  Seems to me they should load us at the other building.   

6:30 pm.   Stopping for the night at Loves.   They have an Arby’s but I’d just as soon have a peanut butter sandwich.   

7 pm.  Greg is turning in.   He is going to do an 8 hour split instead of the usual 10 hour break.   He has really got to put some miles on the truck, 1200, in the next two days.  This way he can drive for a few hours and then take a 2 hour break, making his 10 hours.   This gives him a nice rest before getting back on the road.  600 miles a day is rough on him.   

11:30 pm.  Guess I’ll turn in now.   Got caught up in Nora Roberts new book.  

Good night y’all.  

DG:  Those truck wash places gotta be making a killing. We were about sixth in line, two lines, and by the time we got to the door there were eight more trucks behind us. Took about an hour. This means my 14 hour clock has caught up with the others so now we are working on that one which at the moment shows 4:26.  And it don’t stop. And they have not yet started loading us so I’m figuring we will be blessed to get out of here with two hours left to drive. We’ll see. 

This place is called the Italian Rose and they make salsas and sauces and use lots of garlic. You see people coming out of the plant wearing gas masks. Guess it’s pretty strong in there. 

Three hour load. They cut their old time by more than half. However this leaves me with about two hours of drive time at rush hour. Not going to get far on that. 

I was right. Traffic was thick in the city and on the highway. Made it to our fuel stop, about 55 miles, and stopped for the night. Going to try a split break to see if I can squeeze more driving time out of the old clock. Here’s hoping.