May 30, 2008. Friday.
We left Denver this morning at about 10:00. My trainer was driving - a sensible precaution. He has no idea of my driving skills, and, really, has no desire to see his truck get broken this early in our relationship.
We're heading east to Americold in Atlanta with 44+ thousand pounds of potatoes. Ore-Ida taters. Tater tots, french fries, curly fries, and probably hash browns.
After a few hours on I-70, Trainer decided it was moderately safe to let me steer his baby. Almost no traffic out here, so it's a bit more difficult for me to mush a 4-wheeler or something.
Discovered my shifting skills aren't rusty. They're rusted solid. Transmission shards all over eastern Colorado.
I got to cross the scales, too. Good thing we're legal - I'd probably freak and park in the lobby if they wanted me to come in.
Stopped in Lawrence, KS for the night. On the tollway, so we're in one of those inane median rest stops. Pretty empty, and pretty warm - but not awfully so. I put in 7 hours of driving today. Driving is easy. Shifting - especially DOWN shifting still sucks like a 50 cent whore.
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