We were sitting watching TV one afternoon,when a commercial came on about a truck driving school a few miles down the road.I was familiar with the trucking industry as my father had been driving on and off for 11 years.I had even been on a few local trips with him when I was younger.It sounded interesting,so Mike signed up.
Mike went to school for 6 weeks,graduating 2nd in his class.Within a few days,he signed on with an over-the-road carrier,hauling refrigerated and frozen products over 48-states.
The only bad part about this whole dealwas,as a trainee,Mike had to ride with a trainer for 3 months,so I couldn't go with him.I packed up and moved back in with my parents,while Mike learned everything he needed to know about driving a truck.It was hard being apart,but knowing we would soon be together all the time made it not so bad.
The day finally arrived when I packed up and moved into a truck.That was over 16 years ago and I have learned alot since then,like not wearing anything white(5th-wheel grease doesn't come out),learn to like wearing hats(you can't fix your hair every day),and finding something you like to do to occupy your time(crochet & crafts).The best part about driving a truck is that my husband and I have shared all the new experiences together.
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