You can tell the age of us by saying I once or I used to ...
At one time I could drive tractor and combine around the clock for days - weeks, with only breaks for livestock chores and a sandwich on the run. Corn harvest was a break because I ran the trucks and drier, so I would catch catnaps (15 minutes every third truck load to make room for more wet corn) while the drier was filling or dumping, or while sitting in line at the elevator (nobody jumped line because everyone was napping. Elevator employees would knock on doors when we had too large a gap or it was our turn).
During my short trucking career, I could juggle logs as good as anyone to get containers of produce from the Gulf Coast to Minneapolis non-stop, grab a catnap, and head back empty for the next load.
Wife and I commented on our last trip to Chicago how we need to stop every two hours to stretch our legs and get the blood flowing again. I can push a 800-900 mile day, but then I SLEEP. Motorcycle trips start off with a full two to three hours on the first tank, and then it is like being in school again - 50 minutes on and 10 minutes off.
Welcome to maturity TAB! It's all down hill from here
