My new trailer tire exploded right after crossing into Iowa, from Illinois. The tread flopped into the left lane, thankfully not hitting anyone. Tire treads are commonly referred to as "gators." Since the remaining portion of my tire didn't shed much rubber or wire as I drove, I went ahead and limped the 20 miles to the famous Iowa 80 truckstop in Walcott. Great Uncle Jake Farless worked here for many, many years - running the big wrecker. So, I'm currently waiting for them to call me into the tire bay.
Things have been going well, out here in truckerland. Our current load came from Auburn, Maine. Prior to that, we were running up & down the East coast. As any former or current trucker knows, the Eastern corridor isn't relaxed & easy driving. A driver absolutely must keep his focus sharp & temper managed. We encounter a higher incidence of complete stupidity & deadly rudeness from drivers in the Northeast, as my saved dash-cam video clips can attest to. We generally sleep pretty well after a full day of driving in that region. It's good to be in the Midwest again, where things make more sense.
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