Ricardo pointed the truck west on I 15 out of the Love’s in Las Vegas, and dropped the hammer letting the black smoke roll, chasing the sun as it set on the horizon.
The whole point of me going out on this run was fast approaching. The problem I needed to avoid was any trouble with the California D.O.T. The first scale we would cross in California is known as the Mountain Pass Scale, or Beacon station. The paperwork for our run was in order. There really should not have been an issue but, D.O.T. officials want to call the machine a trailer. The pin distance was beyond their state desired specification as well.
The moment of truth came and went without a hitch, we pulled on to the scale and received a green light to go.
Next stop was a hotel for me in Barstow for the evening. I will say this was my third trip out in a truck with a driver, I had hired for a run. Both Ricardo and my first driver declined having their own hotel room every time, I offered to provide one. To them the truck was more comfortable than any hotel, it is home on the road.
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