A Trucker’s Life

Book One

By Gerald Lee Jones


Author’s Note & Disclaimer
This book is a collection of my personal memories and experiences during my trucking career. While I have done my best to be truthful and accurate, the events are described as I remember them. Some names, locations, and identifying details may have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.

If anyone mentioned in these stories feels offended or insulted, please know that this was never my intention. My goal is simply to share my journey in the hope that it will entertain, inform, or inspire others.

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Content:
This is a collection of short stories from my working life as a professional truck driver.

The first three chapters explore how trucking was never my first career choice—and how that changed over time. Chapters 4 and 5 explain how I got into this life in the first place, and the direction it seemed to be heading.

The chapters about Overnite Transportation offer a detailed look at a company that respected and appreciated its employees. There was a real sense of teamwork, with management and drivers working together to build something phenomenal—until the company was sold to an entity with far less interest in its people.

In contrast, the chapters about Conway show how a business model, while strict and efficient, can slowly wear down even the most loyal and respectful employees. What began with high hopes eventually revealed how not all companies truly have their workers’ best interests at heart.

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Dedication

This book is dedicated to the many friends, mentors, and loved ones who have shaped my journey, both on and off the road.

To my family — thank you for your patience, support, and love, even during the times when the road kept me far from home.

To my friends and coworkers over the years — you turned long days and lonely miles into memories worth keeping.

And to the those I’ve lost along the way — your friendship and influence will live forever in my heart. This story is as much yours as it is mine.

Acknowledgments

First and foremost, I would like to thank God for granting me the strength, determination, and resilience to complete this book. Without His guidance, none of this would have been possible.

I am deeply grateful to my family, friends, and fellow drivers who have been part of my life’s journey. Your support, encouragement, and shared experiences have shaped the stories told in these pages. To my readers — thank you for taking the time to walk beside me through my memories.

To my fellow truckers — past, present, and future — this one’s for you.

Table of Contents

A Truckers Life Book One: The Company Employee Years

Copyright

Book Preview

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Chapters:

  1. The Road I Swore I’d never Take…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-1-the-road-i-swore-id-never-take/
  2. The Trucking Life I never Wanted…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-2-the-trucking-life-i-never-wanted-2/
  3. The Day My Life Changed…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-3-the-day-my-life-changed/
  4. The McCormick Years..https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-4-the-mccormick-years-2/
  5. Goodbye McCormick, Hello Overnite Transportation Company…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-5-the-road-to-overnite/
  6. My First 6 Months at Overnite…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-6-my-first-6-months-at-overnite/
  7. The Beginning of My LTL Career…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-7-the-beginning-of-my-ltl-career/
  8. Finally Back To Driving Again…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-8-finally-back-to-driving-again/
  9. My Southwest City Route…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-9-my-southwest-city-route/
  10. The Overnite Family…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-10-the-power-of-people/
  11. We Are Family…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-10-the-power-of-people/
  12. The Opportunity of a Lifetime – The Birth of Quality Services LTD…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-12-the-opportunity-of-a-lifetime-the-birth-of-quality-services-ltd/
  13. The Union Rumor That Almost Broke Me…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-13-the-union-rumor-that-almost-broke-me/
  14. The Second Move and Huge Changes Incoming…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-14-the-second-move-and-huge-changes-incoming/
  15. The Management and Tragedy…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-15-the-management-and-tragedy/
  16. Awards and Achievements…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-16-awards-and-achievements/
  17. The End of the Road at Overnite…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-17-the-end-of-the-road/
  18. Conway Central Express — A New Beginning, or So I Thought…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-18-conway-central-express-a-new-beginning-or-so-i-thought/
  19. A Routine is a Routine…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-19-a-routine-is-a-routine/
  20. My One and Only City Route…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-20-my-one-and-only-city-route/
  21. Friends for a Lifetime…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-21-friends-for-a-lifetime/
  22. Mike Shuler… Need I Say More…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-22-mike-shuler-need-i-say-more/
  23. The Day My World Shifted…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-23-the-day-my-world-shifted-2/
  24. The True Colors of Conway Central Express…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-24-the-true-colors-of-conway-central-express/
  25. The Appeal and the Final Lesson…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/chapter-25-the-appeal-and-the-final-lesson/

My Situation: Support The Author…https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/my-situation-support-the-author/

About The Author:https://my-trucker-life.com/2025/08/11/about-the-author/


CHAPTER 1: The Road I Swore I’d Never Take

For me to tell this story properly, I have to start at the very beginning with my working life. I started out learning about responsibilities at a very young age, and following in my dad’s footsteps, I was not a fan at all.

Funny thing is, becoming a trucker was the last thing I ever wanted. It wasn’t a childhood dream or a goal. In fact, I flat-out detested the idea. But life has a way of putting you behind the wheel, whether you planned to be there or not.

By the time I turned twenty—and after a couple of not-so-great job choices—an opportunity opened up. I took it, not because I wanted to be a trucker, but because I needed to work.

My Early Years in My Father’s Shadow

Looking back, I can see where the foundation was being laid all along.

My parents divorced when I was six months old. At that time Dad was a local bus driver for Indiana Transit Service. According to my grandmother, he didn’t switch to driving a semi until I was around 4 years old. He worked for Yellow Freight, drove over the road and was gone for days at a time. During this time I was pretty much raised by my grandmother.

I was about 7 years old—just old enough to be a little helpful—my brothers, Frank, who was 11 and Fred, who was 9 and I were issued responsibilities or chores while dad was on the road. He was a trucker first, a company driver, but he was also an entrepreneur with a hand in real estate and later farming and wholesaling salvage goods.

He started his real estate ventures early. When I was around four years old, he bought three empty lots on our street. By the time I was six—in 1963—he had a brick home built on the lot right next door. Once that was done, the whole family chipped in to clean the house we’d been living in. We washed the walls, cleaned the floors, and Dad did the painting. Then he rented it out.

That was the beginning of the real estate life I lived in until I was eighteen.

Hustle, Risk, and Brick by Brick

Dad was also a gambler—and a fortunate one. When I-70 came through downtown Indianapolis, the city auctioned off houses they had bought to make way for the interstate. My dad took some poker winnings and bought two of those houses.

I was eight years old at the time.

He had the houses moved into our neighborhood and placed on the two remaining empty lots he had bought years earlier. When he brought those houses in, he also hauled in all the block and brick that had been used for their foundations and porches.

That’s when the real work began.

My brothers and I spent the entire summer cleaning mortar off bricks and blocks so they could be reused to build garages for both homes. It wasn’t fun—but it was real, honest work. And that kind of work shapes a man.

Looking Back

That was my childhood—and probably the biggest reason I became so self-motivated. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was already in training for the road I was about to travel.

Coming Up Next…

In Chapter 2, I’ll share more about my father’s trucking life, the weight of expectations, and how my older brother Fred became obsessed with driving from a young age. I’ll also tell you about a painful loss that changed our family forever.

This is just the beginning. Stay with me.

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Chapter 2: The Trucking Life I Never Wanted

My father lived and breathed trucking, and my older brother idolized it. But from what I saw and lived through as a kid, trucking was the very last road I ever wanted to take.

I’ll start this chapter by sharing that—despite all his business ventures—my dad was, first and foremost, a union trucker. When I was 7 or 8 years old, Dad changed jobs to drive over the road for Ellis Trucking Company.

Back then, OTR drivers worked long hours: a 12-hour day was the norm. That meant 10 hours of driving and 2 hours of on-duty time for things like dropping and hooking trailers, pre-trip and post-trip inspections, and fueling. After that, they were required to take an 8-hour off-duty break before getting dispatched again.

So, as you can imagine, my dad was a bit of a workaholic. I cannot emphasize enough that he was gone alot from my childhood.

The Chore List That Shaped Us

Because he was gone so much, he left us three boys with a to-do list every time he hit the road. If that list didn’t get done, we felt the weight of his disappointment—and that was never good.

We weren’t just doing the usual kid chores. We had to maintain four separate properties that he owned—right there on our street. It was hard work, and we knew better than to cut corners.

At the time, we lived on the west side of Indianapolis in a neighborhood called Mickeyville, near the westbound I-465 off-ramp onto Washington Street, not far from what’s now the Indianapolis International Airport.

We stayed there until I was twelve. A lot happened during those years—some of it tough, and some of it beautiful.

Loss and Change

My younger brother and sister were born during that time, and so was a mountain of responsibility. In 1969, our stepmom—their mother—passed away. That was a deep, painful loss for me. It left a permanent mark.

Fred’s Dream and Grover’s Hauls

My older brother Fred had trucking in his blood from the time he was ten. He was obsessed with it. A lot of that came from our Uncle Grover, who was an Owner-Operator back in the ’60s and early ’70s.

Grover hauled meat to Florida and brought watermelons back home. During the summers, Fred and I would ride along with him. When it came time to unload those watermelons in the Anderson and Muncie areas of north-central Indiana, we’d help out.

Fred was in heaven on those summer trips—he lived for them.

And yes, Fred did fulfill his dream of becoming a trucker, which I’ll tell you more about in a later chapter.

Why I Wanted No Part of It

Knowing how hard both my dad and uncle worked at being truckers—and how much work fell on us when Dad was gone, which seemed to me all the time—I was absolutely against the idea of following in their footsteps.

At that point in my life, trucking was the last thing I wanted to do. But sometimes, life steers you down roads you swore you’d never drive.

Coming Up Next…

In Chapter 3, I’ll talk about the moment when, despite all my resistance, I took my first real step toward the trucking world. I didn’t know it then, but that one choice would define the next 47 years of my life.

Stay tuned—it gets better from here.

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Chapter 3: The Day My Life Changed

If you recall from Chapter 2, my stepmother passed away. I feel the need to clarify that further.

Mom Laura died by suicide on October 10, 1969. I was 12 years old at the time. My little sister was not quite two, and my baby brother was just six months old.

Looking back, I now believe she was dealing with severe mental health issues. As a kid, I didn’t understand it, but with the clarity of age, I’m almost certain she suffered from either deep depression or bipolar disorder. Whatever the case, her death sent our family into an emotional tailspin—one that, in some ways, we never fully recovered from.


Running From the Past

By spring of 1970, my dad began looking for property on the south side of Indianapolis. There were two reasons behind it.

The first was rooted in a major shift happening across the city. Indianapolis had started busing Black students from the central school district into outer township schools like ours—Wayne Township. My dad explored other districts and ultimately chose Perry Township, which had fewer Black students at the time and was known for its stronger teaching programs. Whether that choice was educational, racial, or both, I leave to interpretation—but that was his decision.

The second reason, in my honest opinion, was personal: to escape the memories of Mom Laura’s death. I’m not sure if that worked, but we survived.


A New Home and More Work

Dad found an estate sale and bought property on the south side. That’s where I finished my schooling. My oldest brother Frank asked to stay out on the west side so he could graduate from Ben Davis High School with all his friends. Dad granted his request. He lived with his best friends the Arnold family until he was out on his own. The 2 Arnold brothers were a lot closer to Frank than his own brothers. I’m not really sure why that happened, but it did.

I attended Meridian Middle School for 7th and 8th grade, then moved on to Southport High School for 9th. Finally, I became part of the second graduating class at the brand-new Perry Meridian High School, earning my diploma in 1976.

But moving to the south side didn’t make life any easier.

At that point, Dad decided his next venture was growing crops for profit—while still working full-time as an over-the-road trucker.


The Chores, the Caretaking, and the Chaos

From age 12 until I graduated high school, my list of “chores” included:

  • Mowing and trimming the lawns of four rental homes on the west side, plus our own lawn on the south side
  • Weeding a massive home garden
  • Harvesting vegetables
  • Cleaning gutters on all the properties
  • Watching after my younger siblings when no one else could

To top it off, from the time my stepmother passed until I graduated, we had 42 different live-in housekeepers/babysitters. Some lasted days. Some stayed months. Most didn’t last long. Through it all, I often became the default caretaker—especially when no one else stepped up.


My First Jobs and a Pivotal Class

I never imagined that driver’s education—a simple high school elective—would become one of the most important classes of my life. But it did.

At 15, I got my first job at Champlin Gas Station, working part-time. After a year, I moved over to a Standard Oil station. I also worked weekends in the spring at Brehob Nursery during their busy season.

During my senior year, I started working for my older brother Frank in his masonry business. He taught me the trade, and by the time I left, I was a pretty decent brick and block layer.

Still, masonry wasn’t for me. It was seasonal. Here in Indiana, winter slows everything down. The money wasn’t steady enough.


The Turning Point: May 24, 1978

In the spring of 1978, my brother Fred was driving over the road for McCormick/All Portions Food Service. His traffic manager, a man named Danny Eldridge, told Fred they were looking for a local driver—someone to handle pickups and deliveries in a 24-foot straight truck.

Fred recommended me.

Mr. Eldridge called me in for an interview and told me to get my chauffeur’s license. It took about a week to make the switch from an operator’s license.

And just like that—on May 24, 1978—I started my career as a professional trucker.


Coming Up Next…

In Chapter 4, I’ll share what it was like starting out in trucking as a local driver—and how that job led me down a long, winding road I never expected to stay on.

The story is just beginning to roll.


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Chapter 4: The McCormick Years

In 1978, I started working for McCormick/All Portions Food Service. This facility produced individual portion pack products. You know what I’m talking about, like McDonalds Ketchup packets. The plants’ main customers were McDonalds, Arthur Treachers Fish and Chips, Gordon Food Service, and a host of smaller companies. They portion packed ketchup, mustard, BBQ sauce, taco sauce, honey, lemon juice, mayonaise, tartar sauce, seafood sauce, and all flavors of jams and jellies just to name a few.

My job for the first two years was to supply the plant with  production materials locally supplied to the plant and to deliver the finished product state wide that ordered to be shipped. Now, the production plant members belonged to a printing union, and we 4 drivers were non-union, so that made things a little interesting back in 1978.
My main delivery customers were McMahon Foods in Noblesville and Sysco Food Service in downtown Indianapolis. I picked up raw production items at Midwest Cold Storage, Anderson Box Box Company, and other places I can not really remember. After all, it’s been 47 years.
I would haul finished product up to Gordon Food Service in Grand Rapids Michigan and drop down to our South Bend spice plant and pick up 55 gallon drums of mayonaise, salad dressings, mustard, and also 50 lb bags of seasonings.

In 1980, while I was still using the straight truck to make my pickups and deliveries, there was an emergency situation that arise with our number one customer, McDonalds. The plant imported their tomato paste from Mexico in 55-gallon drums and shipped them up to the plant by rail. Well, they got a railcar of tomato paste arrived and the dock crew unloaded it. Usually, it does not get processed and cooked into ketchup for about 2 weeks. After that shipment was processed and cooked and the ketchup packets were manufactured, the dock personnel put the pallets of finished product in the racks. No problems so far.

The orders came in for the ketchup to be shipped. I have no idea how many truckloads of this ketchup were shipped. I came to work on a Monday, maybe a month later, after the ketchup was processed shipped. McDonalds trucks were in the dock getting unloaded, which had never ever happened before. They always pick up, never deliver. I walked into the warehouse, there was a strange popping sound I heard in the warehouse as well as a funky smell to go along with it. That tomato paste had turned bad, and all that ketchup, hundreds of cartons were in the racks, and the packets were exploding.

To make a bad situation really bad, some of the finished products got out of the McDonalds warehouse and were shipped a McDonalds restaurant in Green Bay, Wisconsin. My assignment was to drive my Camero with 4 cases of McDonalds ketchup packets up to the restaurant in Green Bay Wisconsin from our plant in Indianapolis and exchange the good for the bad That was the first and last emergency situation I had to deal with while working at McCormick. They survived the problem and didn’t lose their number one account. McDonalds. Now to be clear, there were times when a customer would call the traffic manager and told them that they were running low on a certain product and ask to rush an emergency stock order to refill their stock, this happened a lot and to a lot of different customers.

It really kept me busy because I was the only driver local available to do these runs. All the road drivers were usually out of state. I’d say maybe once a month this would happen.
  How I got into driving a semi tractor and trailer, Mr. Eldridge sent me out for 2 weeks with each of our road drivers. Their names were Dick Whyde, Rick Horner, and Matt Christian. Those 3 drivers taught me the basics of what the new drivers of today spend thousands of dollars to attend semi truck drivers training schools. The one thing they drilled into my head over and over again was, it’s all common sense, and when you’re backing up, if in doubt, then get out and look idiot. Backing up a semi tractor trailer is the most common maneuver where accidents occur. When backing up the scenery behind you can change in an instant as you’re watching your mirrors from one side to another. Trust me, I know, and that’s the one thing you can not control, which is other people’s actions. The pay at McCormicks was not too bad. Starting pay for me on the straight truck was $6.50 an hour, and after 90 days, it went to $7.50. I worked my way up to $12.00 and an hour over the course of the 4 year period when I worked local. Unfortunately, I can not remember the cent per mile that the over the road paid. My over the road loads went to places like Grand Rapids, Chicago, Minneapolis and St Paul Minnesota  Stoughton Wisconsin Hunt Valley, Maryland , Smyrna Georgia. Going into my second year at McCormick, our plant decided to move the straight truck from the Indianapolis plant to our plant on the outskirts of Fort Worth, Texas. I was dispatched to drive it down to the Texas plant and fly back home to Indiana. The straight truck was empty when I drove it down, and the plant manager there was a guy named Gene Beltz. Mr. Beltz trained under the Indianapolis supervision, and I knew him pretty well. When I got back to the Indy plant, there was a new day cab International tractor that I was assigned to drive, which I did until my driving days were over at McCormick.

I got along very well with the personnel at McCormick, both hourly and salary. I bowled on bowling leagues all 4 years with the employees there, and the team was a mix of hourly and salary employees. After 2 years into my time at McCormick, Danny Eldridge got a well-deserved promotion up the chain and was moved to the Smyrna facility. I can not remember what his new title was, but that’s no surprise.

My new traffic managers name was Mike Wilson. Mike was not really keen to the idea of company trucks and company drivers, but over time, he did his job, and we did ours. Right about the 4th year mark of my time with McCormick the corporation decided that it just was not feasible to keep the company trucks due to the expense of leasing the trucks and trailers and paying the competitive wages to keep us drivers happy so in 1982 they terminated the leases and we were laid off with a sizable severance package to help us transition into our next career move. So, I ended my time at McCormick. It was extremely rewarding and a very positive period in my career. Now onward to my best employer, Overnite Transportation Company.

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Chapter 5: Goodbye McCormick, Hello Overnite Transportation Company

Even though this chapter begins the story of my early years at Overnite Transportation Company, there’s a short but eventful period I need to cover first. I was laid off from McCormick in May of 1982, but I didn’t get hired at Overnite until September 21 of that same year. So, I had four months to fill—and fill them, I did.

When McCormick gave us several months’ notice that they’d be closing the transportation department, I reached out to Mr. Eldridge for a reference letter and any leads he might have for my next career step. One of those leads turned out to be a short-term opportunity with an independent contractor named Horace Wagoner, who hauled freight for the McCormick’s South Bend facility.

Mr. Eldridge made a call on my behalf, and I began running loads for Wagoner out of the Indianapolis plant. It went smoothly at first. About three weeks in, I hauled a load to Hunt Valley, Maryland. From there, I was sent to Vinewood, New Jersey, and then back to Hunt Valley to reload. That’s when things took a turn.

My next delivery was to a customer in Brooklyn, New York—and I’ll be honest, it was the worst delivery experience of my entire driving career. It took me four hours just to get across the George Washington Bridge, and I was late for my appointment. The facility was nearly impossible to back into, and the receiving clerk was incredibly rude about my delay.

I finally told him, “I don’t want to be here any more than you want me here. The sooner you unload me, the sooner I’ll be out of your face.” Apparently, that did the trick—I was gone 30 minutes later.

After that mess, I went back to Baltimore and picked up a load for Worcester, Massachusetts. That run went fine, and afterward, I loaded out of Hunt Valley again for a delivery in Streator, Illinois. Before I hit the road, I called dispatch to ask which route they preferred—either pay tolls across I-80 or take I-70 through Indianapolis. They chose I-70.

When I arrived in Indianapolis, I called dispatch again and told them I was resigning after delivering that load. I asked if they wanted the truck returned to South Bend or to the Indianapolis plant. Thankfully, they chose Indy.

I called Mr. Eldridge to explain and apologize in case my short stint with Wagoner reflected poorly on him. He just laughed and told me not to worry about it. That was a huge relief—Mr. Eldridge had been a big influence on my career, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

Next, he connected me with Feld Truck Leasing—the company McCormick had used for its leased tractors and trailers. Feld needed a fill-in driver for their client, Contract Transportation Services (CTS), which handled freight for Sherwin-Williams in Chicago.

I spent eight weeks doing runs for CTS, covering for regular drivers on vacation. The night shift hauled empty trailers to the Chicago plant and returned with loads for Indiana and Ohio. I covered both shifts and was grateful for the steady work.

When that job wrapped up, I started looking for something permanent. I bounced around a few local LTL carriers like Carolina Freight, H&W Express, and Superior Cartage, working part-time. I even did a couple of flatbed loads—one was a load of concrete walls for a downtown Indianapolis building site, and the other was a mix of steel plates and square bars.

Then came the job that changed everything.

On September 10 1982, I walked into a small, 20-door terminal on Belmont Street in Indianapolis. It belonged to Overnite Transportation Company. The place looked rough, and I was told right away that they weren’t hiring. But something told me not to give up.

I went back the following week—around the 16th. Still no openings. I went back again on September 21, and once more the receptionist told me nothing had changed.

As I was walking down the steps, I heard a voice call out: “Hey, stop!”

It was Alan McBride, the assistant terminal manager. He asked me, “Do you want a job?”

“Yes sir,” I said. “I’ve been here three times, and I’m seriously looking for work.”

He said, “Be here at 10 p.m. to fill out paperwork, and you can start on the dock. Your supervisor’s name is Tom Williams. He’ll show you what to do.”

I admitted I’d never worked a freight dock before, but I promised to give it everything I had.

Alan said, “I believe in you. Be here.”

It was the best move I ever made.

The stories from my years with Overnite will be some of the most interesting chapters of this blog, so stick with me—it’s going to be an entertaining ride.

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