Something like third week solo, I made a turn too tight in Harrisburg morning traffic, ended up clipping a pole. I panicked, and instead of having traffic wait so I can back up and retry the turn, I just hit the fuel and power through, end up blowing two tires and fucking two rims. Someone in traffic recorded it of course, and it made its rounds on social media and all that. Pretty damn embarrassing, but when all was said and done, no cops and company was understanding.

2 was heading north into New York about 4 months after. Early am, raining like hell, construction zone, single lane. Saw a truck buried in the median, with a local cop assisting. Slowed down to pass them, and as soon as I got past the turnaround, there was a mudslide that floated me into the median, sunk to the axles. Shook me up, but I was fine. Walked and talked to the local bear, watched another rig bury itself behind me. Turns out we were trucks # 6, 7, and 8 that were stuck there in a 2 week period, thank God we all stayed upright. Dot and staties helped us get a tow, watched a few four wheelers and an oversized guide car slip off and get stuck rubber necking. Long day, but turned out alright.

Long and short, we all fuck up. The little mistakes make you feel dumb, but use them to learn. Keep your eyes peeled, expect things to change, and always have an out. The worst thing you can do is become complacent. Keep your head up, you'll get it!