So here we sit, waiting for parts. Not the first time and I’m sure it wont be the last. The problem with my truck needs to be addressed before it leaves me stranded on the side of the highway. Vinny and I are at the terminal this company has in Pennsylvania. There’s a small drivers lounge with rest rooms, a shower and big screen tv. A diner next door with OK food if you wish.
Because I truly “Live” in my truck, I generally have all that I need without worry for much. When I stop for fuel, I can get a free shower at most truck stops, pick up milk and bread, and any number of small sundries. You can stop at a Walmart or other grocery store, but they are increasingly banning overnight stays due to a few troublesome drivers. As for the truck stops, they overprice everything as all truck stops take advantage of the fact we can’t stop many places due to the size restrictions of being 75 feet long!
But, it’s nothing new. It’s been a part of my life for the last 10 years or so. Some days are good, some bad. I don’t think it matters what job you do, you have to work with what you get, right? So, with that said, I thought I would dust off the good old GoPro, and give you a taste of just how small my living space really is. Pan, one of my favorite readers and fellow bloggers, also lives in the same make and model truck for the same company. If you read her blog, On The Road Cooking, you won’t believe what she can make in a small truck with a toaster oven!
So take a few moments and see my tiny house and I bet you might think, “I have a closet bigger than that”! PS: Listen closely for the wicked Maine accent!