Old School Truckers

Remember when pop whites gave free toll numbers with fill up 3 mins I think 🤔
And what was the name of the bar at roadrunners in Phoenix?? You Remember?

Yeehaw, I'm riding high again! Keep on rolling

It with heavy hearts ❤️ that we say goodbye today to our flagship location, Danny’s Big Rig Resort. BUT friendly faces and warm hugs await at our Danny’s Avondale Truck Wash! We are so grateful to all our loyal customers that have been with us since day one. It has been a really great run over the last 30 years and your loyalty and support has allowed us to do what we love for over three decades. When one door closes, another opens, looking forward to the next chapter!

Merry Christmas and happy new year !

'Twas just days before Christmas
At 5 in the morn,
A road weary trucker was chasing the dawn

The workload relentless
At this time of year
Delivering all the toys, clothes, food and cold beer!

The shelves would be empty
The pubs would run dry
Without all those drivers in rigs flying by

There's a jolly old fat man sittin up inside
But there aren't any reindeer
This ain't no sleigh ride!

Just horsepower and diesel and trailers of freight
Another damn time slot, a load that can't wait!

It happens all over this big country wide
It's a life that he chooses
A job done with pride

So spare a thought this Christmas when you're out in the shops
For the jolly old bloke who's work never stops
He asks you no favour, no prize or applause
Just remember a wish for the real Santa Claus!

Silent Night - The JAKE BRAKE Edition Follow me the Renegade Trucker a Class A CDL Driver as I move freight around the country in my 2000 Kenworth W900L Semi Truck powered by a Catterpillar 3406E...

I remember a simpler time. A time when you checked in once a day with your dispatcher and once with family. A time when the CB radio, and face to face was the only communication you had. A time when you had trust in your relationship, your friendships, and the driver sitting next to you at the diner counter.
I remember a time with no GPS. You had nothing but an atlas, and the word of a fellow trucker that, "had been to that spot before." You had to have knowledge, skill, strength, and experience behind you to do the job. The life line was the CB, or calling your dad from a payphone for help because he had been everywhere in the country.....twice! Just had to make sure you had enough quarters to finish the call. There was no texting. Just a pen and pad.
This career was not a job, it was a lifestyle. You didn't do it for the paycheck. You did it for the proud status of being a TRUCKER. You did if for the speed, the chrome, the chicken lights, and the camaraderie. You did it to see AMERICA. You did it because you were proud.
Trucking isn't what it use to be. It's cell phones, GPS, p**s bottles, sweat pants, and sandles. It's junk equipment and lack of pride. It's cheap freight, back stabbing, and being an outcast. It's lack of experience, lack of knowledge, and lack of caring.
This post is a THANK YOU. THANK YOU to those who still do this for the love of it. THANK YOU, to those who do it with pride. THANK YOU to those who paved the way for us. THANK YOU to those who still bleed diesel. THANK YOU to those who keep fighting the good fight. THANK YOU to those who keep the chrome polished, the chicken lights glowing, and CB on.
THANK YOU, to those who I've personally met and shared the asphalt with.
We may be a dying breed, but we stand tall, roll hard, and glow with pride!
Written by Kris Santoianni