Disabled Lady Flatbedder - Missing My Truck
by Rikki aka/lil bit aka/Gremlin
I was a solo flatbed OTR driver until I fell off the top of my load while throwing my tarp one rainy morning. Landed on the pavement badly and haven't been able to work at all for the past 12 years.
Lord I miss my truck! I loved my job. Wouldn't have given it up for any "one" or any "thing" if I'd have had a choice.
A small number of men, mostly old school, would give me a hard time. I remember when I was first starting out I loaded some equipment once and didn't know how to properly secure it.
I asked a guy that was there securing his load for some pointers. From his reaction you would have thought I had asked him to secure my load for me! And he was offended that I even *looked* at how he secured the load so that I could do the same.
He and is buddy that was helping him hurried through securing the load and they hi-tailed it out of there as fast as they could.
I ran into a few of those kinds of men but for the most part I found most of the men that I was around were very helpful and if any of them noticed one that might have been getting out of line I had instant backup, almost before I even knew I needed it.
I never avoided the bigger truck stops. I, personally, felt safer there than in a smaller one. But I used some of the smaller ones too. I know that when I would walk out to go to or from the truck to the building there were many times that a few of the guys would automatically assume I was a lot lizard.
Talk about shutting them up when I climbed into my flatbed and drove away!
There was also a Security Guard at an OK City Pilot that made the mistake of thinking I was a Lot Lizard until I set him straight. He apologized every time I pulled in there after that. He just had not ever seen a lady flatbedder before as I'm sure a lot of guys hadn't either back then.
So I guess I made allowances for them and didn't let it bother me if they thought the worst of me at first. I always set them straight and didn't have any problems after that.
Except of course for those drivers that would hide behind their radios and holler at me that I should find someone to marry me and get off the road. Funny how none of them would answer me when I asked them if they were ready to marry me and support me in the style I'd like to become accustomed too.
Told them that since they were so silent on the issue after all that I thought I'd just continue working towards my goals myself, thank you very much.
They got their wish though. One cold rainy day while trying to tarp my load I was put out of commission...permanently. Dr told me I'll never work, let alone drive, again.
God I miss My Truck!