Man, that’s insane. I had no clue you were a road warrior. It’s pure madness—running on empty, racing the clock, and barely scraping by with any life left outside the cab. Appreciate the comment!
Yeah, we had a small group and it became a competition among each other and ourselves. It was insane when I think about it. But I didn't know better. Head down. Ass up. The breaking point was when basic bodily functions were struggling. I think I did it for a year or two after that.
This reminds of my days pulling B-trains running in little to no sleep.
Even less of a life.
Racing to get unloaded so one could get reloaded and could work most of the night.
Insanity
Man, that’s insane. I had no clue you were a road warrior. It’s pure madness—running on empty, racing the clock, and barely scraping by with any life left outside the cab. Appreciate the comment!
Yeah, we had a small group and it became a competition among each other and ourselves. It was insane when I think about it. But I didn't know better. Head down. Ass up. The breaking point was when basic bodily functions were struggling. I think I did it for a year or two after that.