Hello, my name is Vally Mulford and this blog is the story of how I made the decision to leave what many would consider a perfectly good career in insurance, and became an over-the-road commercial truck driver. This blog is an going story of my journeys and adventures as a truck driver. It's great to have you along for the ride, and to share this journey with me.
I have this memory from when I was about 12 years old of going to visit my sister who lived with her husband in a small one traffic-light town about 75 miles away. Compared to the rural ranch where I lived, my sister's town offered one exciting thing for me: a major highway passed through the town. I recall taking my new Polaroid camera (a camera that instantly processed hard copy photos... long before smart phones and digital cameras ever happened). There I stood at the only light in town, and took pictures of the big rigs as they came to the traffic light. Something about big trucks held my fascination since I was young. I think it was some combination of the deep rhythmic beat of the large diesel engines, the whine of turbos, the shifting gears, the black smoke, and the smell of burned diesel. The design of the rigs...a mix of art and engineering enthralled me. I thought they were beautiful large beasts of burden, and modern engineering marvels.
Several years later, after I got my drivers license at 16 years of age, and became involved in the things of high school life and dating girls, my interest in trucks faded away as many other important things replaced this fascination. It wasn't gone completely; at a certain time in my life, this fascination would return.
Have you ever noticed that from time to time a certain song seems to describe a time, or a season of life, or perhaps a memorable event or situation in your life? The Traveler by the Alan Parsons Project describes a part of who I am and in a certain way, helps to explain the path my life has taken as I earnestly strive make sense of the traveler in me.
I have this memory from when I was about 12 years old of going to visit my sister who lived with her husband in a small one traffic-light town about 75 miles away. Compared to the rural ranch where I lived, my sister's town offered one exciting thing for me: a major highway passed through the town. I recall taking my new Polaroid camera (a camera that instantly processed hard copy photos... long before smart phones and digital cameras ever happened). There I stood at the only light in town, and took pictures of the big rigs as they came to the traffic light. Something about big trucks held my fascination since I was young. I think it was some combination of the deep rhythmic beat of the large diesel engines, the whine of turbos, the shifting gears, the black smoke, and the smell of burned diesel. The design of the rigs...a mix of art and engineering enthralled me. I thought they were beautiful large beasts of burden, and modern engineering marvels.
Several years later, after I got my drivers license at 16 years of age, and became involved in the things of high school life and dating girls, my interest in trucks faded away as many other important things replaced this fascination. It wasn't gone completely; at a certain time in my life, this fascination would return.
Have you ever noticed that from time to time a certain song seems to describe a time, or a season of life, or perhaps a memorable event or situation in your life? The Traveler by the Alan Parsons Project describes a part of who I am and in a certain way, helps to explain the path my life has taken as I earnestly strive make sense of the traveler in me.
Maybe some day, I will know where I am....
The traveler is always leaving town
He never has the time to turn around
And if the road he's taken isn't leading anywhere
He seems to be completely unaware
And if the road he's taken isn't leading anywhere
He seems to be completely unaware
The traveler is always leaving home
The only kind of life he's ever known
When every moment seems to be
A race against the time
There's always one more mountain left to climb
The only kind of life he's ever known
When every moment seems to be
A race against the time
There's always one more mountain left to climb
Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are
The traveler awaits the morning tide
He doesn't know what's on the other side
But something deep inside of him
Keeps telling him to go
He hasn't found a reason to say no
He doesn't know what's on the other side
But something deep inside of him
Keeps telling him to go
He hasn't found a reason to say no
Days are numbers
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are
Ultimately, the Traveler in me wins out; passion outlasts common sense and I take an irrevocable plunge to become a truck driver, giving up in the process many things which are dear and precious to me, and in the process, unavoidably altering the rest of my career choices.
This blog is a document of my travels, challenges, joys and journeys as a truck driver. I have no idea where this will lead, or if, when, or how it will end. Thanks for joining me for the ride!
Watch the stars
We can only see so far
Someday, you'll know where you are
Remember
Days are numbers
Count the stars
We can only go so far
One day, you'll know where you are
Ultimately, the Traveler in me wins out; passion outlasts common sense and I take an irrevocable plunge to become a truck driver, giving up in the process many things which are dear and precious to me, and in the process, unavoidably altering the rest of my career choices.
This blog is a document of my travels, challenges, joys and journeys as a truck driver. I have no idea where this will lead, or if, when, or how it will end. Thanks for joining me for the ride!
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