Quick post for the day. Dudley started things off with a flawless drive up to Tifton, Georgia, where I took over. The all interstate drive was a breeze until we got to the southern edge of Atlanta. The interchange that took me from I-75 to I=285 to bypass Atlanta to the west, was exciting in that it required a serious downshift to 25 miles an hour in some pretty serious traffic. Dudley was suggesting I was about to stall out about halfway through the cloverleaf, but I pulled through.
The whole trip to a Pilot was a butt cheek clenching adventure. Exiting the freeway at South Atlanta Road, everything was uphill to the truck entrance that was not protected by a stoplight. The truck parking area was a pay lot and we picked up our ticket on the way in. We slowly drove toward the back of the lot and passed more than a dozen rigs that were lined up to leave. This would not be a ten minute stop.
We used the rest room and picked up some snacks. I made a mental note that they seemed to be serving some good home cooking. I picked up a quart of chocolate milk.
Getting out of the lot wasn’t quite as bad as I had anticipated and after about half an hour, we were back on I-285 and the ramp to I-75 north was likewise smoother than I thought it would be. We had a pretty serious climb up a serious hill north of Chattanooga, Tennessee, and then hummed along until we got to Nashville at rush hour. Since I was still relatively inexperienced, I white-knuckled my way through town but managed not to hit anybody. We continued north out of Nashville on I-24 and as night was falling, we arrived at the truck stop where we would spend the night, Huck’s in Kuttawa, Kentucky.
In doing the post trip, I discovered that one of the air bags on the trailer tandems was canted way over. That couldn’t be good. I summoned Dudley who agreed. Dudley had me let the air out of the trailer system and then blow the bags back up again thinking that might remedy the problem. It did not. (In fact I think it might have aggravated the problem since the deflated bag might have been more likely to get pinched with the weight of the trailer and its contents sitting on it.)
We got back in the cab and Dudley called the Breakdown folks back in Dallas. They conferenced in a trailer dealer representative in St. Louis. An appointment was made to stop by and get it looked at.
Late as it was, we walked across the street to a good looking restaurant, The Oasis Southwestern Grill. I had a spectacular hamburger done medium rare with a side of steamed broccoli. The veg was perfectly prepared and hardly anybody will medium rare a burger anymore. Dudley had the same but went with well done and stayed with a baked potato. Dutch treat. It was worth it. A real sit down meal in a place that served booze was a flashback to my normal life, even if I didn’t imbibe.
I slept like a baby. Evidently Dudley did not.