I pulled into the yard today and put my truck into the shop to have some minor damage dealt with. While unloading yesterday I kinda broke my truck. It was really muddy where I was unloading and while up on the top deck of the trailer I slipped and let go of the ratchet binder I was holding. Ratchet binders are all steel and weigh around 6 lbs each. It flew out of my hand and slammed against the edge of the fiberglass fairing right behind my sleeper. The fiberglass shattered. Shit happens.
After my truck was sort of fixed (they just fastened a piece of steel to the broken part so that wind vibration didn't make it worse, that'll do until I get to the body shop) I ran up to Oshkosh and picked up a couple of very large generators heading for GA. My load. Once back at the yard I planned to hit the hotel but made the mistake of going back into the office. "R" said that he was in a real bind, he knew I wasn't feeling well, but asked if I would go back to Oshkosh and get a Marine Corps truck heading to VA to help him out as he was short handed.
I really, really didn't feel like doing it but knew he was in a pinch so I agreed to go and pick it up. It was supposed to weigh 57,000 lbs but when I got there and saw it I knew it couldn't possibly be that heavy and questioned the guy about whether it was the right truck. One that heavy should be armour plated and this one obviously wasn't. He said it was the right one so we loaded it, I secured it, and even went by the truckstop and weighed it. As I thought it wasn't even close to that weight so I called "R" and asked him about it.
After a brief conversation he decided that I should just bring it back and he would figure it out tomorrow. Fine with me, I really didn't feel like dealing with any additional BS.
Once I got back I checked into the hotel and headed over to Appleby's for dinner and a couple of beers. While there I was working on my knitting a little bit. A couple came in and sat a couple of seats down from me at the bar. I heard him ask her "What stitch is he doing?" I realized that he was referring to me and turned my attention in their direction.
She asked me what I was working on and indicated that she knits. I showed her my work and we talked knitting for a little while. She has been knitting longer than I have but has never done cables and has never done socks. I am far ahead of her as far as knitting skills go, even though I am hardly a master. I told her about the premier knitting community site KnittingHelp.com and how she could learn a lot from there, and even told her my screen name there, Knitting_Guy, so she would know at least one more or less familiar name there.
She did say that I was the first guy she had ever seen knitting even though she knew some guys do knit. Once again knitting struck up a good conversation. I had a good time talking to her and her husband with whom I talked a little baseball and computers in between the knitting talk.