DIARY OF A TRUCK DRIVER
I’VE been a professional driver for the best part of a decade now, some would probably say I’m still wet behind the ears but I like to think I’ve learnt a lot along the way.
I’ve hauled nine-metre wide loads out of Kalgoorlie, dragged triples across the territory, pulled the curtains on to many loads of general to remember and now I’m carting livestock.
It’s not always an easy industry to get a start in and as with many who enter the industry I started off with a couple of mongrel bosses in rough gear that often let me down, but they got me started and in hindsight it was better that I broke their gear while I was cutting my teeth than someone else’s.
Having grown up during the ’80s, within ear shot of the Hume; the old Hume the way it was with the mateship, camaraderie and “trucks only after dark” attitudes, and hoeing into too many late night hamburgers in Gas Alley, I am acutely aware of the notion of having “diesel in your veins” but also that as a culture, we are sadly misunderstood and often misrepresented.
In 2009, rather than whinge and moan about media misrepresentation, I went about setting up the Diary of a Truck Driver weblog (DoaTD.com), an attempt to balance the scales a little and portray a more accurate depiction of the interstate drivers life.
Through my sometime irregular literary ramblings that have followed my journey the length and breadth of the nation, images captured of the ever changing vista outside my office window and more