I was sitting on the throne at a local Union 76 truck stop and while reading the literature scribbled on the wall, I came across a bold printed "for a good time call LM at EO 859-746-2046". Who can resist a good time...and the rest is history.
Well, it could have started that way, but in reality, We live on a quiet, cul de sac of a newly built sub-division west of St Louis, MO. Our fellow beer drinking neighbors spent many nights sitting in our lawnchairs, swilling adult beverages and getting to know each other. One of our neer do well neighbors was a recruiter for Roberts Express.
One afternoon, Rene' spent considerable time talking to a couple in a cargo van that were waiting for the recruiter to come home. The tales of travel and earnings piqued our interest, but had no bearing on our lives because I was gainfully employed. About six months later, as I faced retirement after 30+ years in the U.S. Coast Guard, that couple in the van crossed our minds but I had already determined that I didn't want to start another career.
Fast forward to July,'89. I was on a ladder, painting my house, mentally reviewing the good times of my career and suddenly realized, I had no In Basket, no Out Basket and certainly no Pending Basket. That was the moment of my decision that, with no more responsibilities and no more authority, my life would be meaningless if I didn't start something to keep me busy. After many sleepless nights pondering my future, I called the recruiter and invited him over to give us the real spiel without the beer.
"All you gotta do is buy a van", he said. So I bought a van, a 1989 GMC 1/4 ton conversion van. We tore it up in less than two years, sold it for $500.00 and bought the right tool for the job, a 1 ton Ford Diesel. We've never looked back and have enjoyed the independence of this life and lifestyle. We wish nothing less for those who follow in our footsteps.
Well, it could have started that way, but in reality, We live on a quiet, cul de sac of a newly built sub-division west of St Louis, MO. Our fellow beer drinking neighbors spent many nights sitting in our lawnchairs, swilling adult beverages and getting to know each other. One of our neer do well neighbors was a recruiter for Roberts Express.
One afternoon, Rene' spent considerable time talking to a couple in a cargo van that were waiting for the recruiter to come home. The tales of travel and earnings piqued our interest, but had no bearing on our lives because I was gainfully employed. About six months later, as I faced retirement after 30+ years in the U.S. Coast Guard, that couple in the van crossed our minds but I had already determined that I didn't want to start another career.
Fast forward to July,'89. I was on a ladder, painting my house, mentally reviewing the good times of my career and suddenly realized, I had no In Basket, no Out Basket and certainly no Pending Basket. That was the moment of my decision that, with no more responsibilities and no more authority, my life would be meaningless if I didn't start something to keep me busy. After many sleepless nights pondering my future, I called the recruiter and invited him over to give us the real spiel without the beer.
"All you gotta do is buy a van", he said. So I bought a van, a 1989 GMC 1/4 ton conversion van. We tore it up in less than two years, sold it for $500.00 and bought the right tool for the job, a 1 ton Ford Diesel. We've never looked back and have enjoyed the independence of this life and lifestyle. We wish nothing less for those who follow in our footsteps.
