08/06/2025
*this morning I made a delivery in W**d, CA. By the time Telehandler Timmy had his machine started up, I was already done rolling up 22 straps. By hand. Like God intended. This display of productivity caused me to believe that the day was going to be full of prosperity. That was not the case. I headed south to Shasta Lake City, CA. Which is where Forklift Timmy (no apparent relation to Telehandler Timmy), and I, participated in a time honored Flatbedding tradition: tape measuring contest. He started by letting me know that he has loaded hundreds of trailers, and that I should definitely trust that he knows what he’s doing. I responded by telling him that I have loaded this particular trailer a time or two, and he should trust me when I tell him to move the product 2 feet back. The song and dance continued. And after 2 trips to the scale and back, it was proven that my tape measure was the more accurate one. Fortunately, this only took about 2 hours. After securing and tarping the load, I steered this 80,000 pound missile back northward. I took some time to shower, and wash some clothes, in Klamath Falls. Immediately afterwards, I was called into the weigh station. And that’s how I ended up holding a flashlight for a DOT officer as he inspected the sidewall of my tires. He ultimately decided that I was compliant with all things under his authority, and after a polite exchange of platitudes, he allowed me to continue along my way. The last leg of the journey was short. Because the highway is closed with no estimated time of reopening. Winter is dope. 283 Miles.
