Too Many Questions for her, TMI for me

Pen pal, life-long friend, Jeani, is a CDL trainer for a company in Oklahoma.  Someone wanting their CDL drives the big truck while Jeani rides shot gun giving instructions.   A job she's held for 5 years.  She's also held a CDL for 12 years, and recently drove through a downpour gripping the wheel and praying for the weather to clear up.  

Jeani's used to the teacher / student relationship.  She's used to a certain respect and authority.

Leaving the Tri-State Gas Engine and Antique Tractor Show with me at the wheel of a used-new-to-me Dodge Ram 1500 Quad Cab 4.7 V8 engine with a tonneau cover and reese hitch attached to a 7000 pound Trail-Lite R-Vision 6 bed camper, Jeani is riding in the passenger seat.  She agreed to help me handle these tandem vehicles -- how to turn wide into the next lane, brake way before I think I should, and make sure my trailer is between the white lines at all times.

There was a detour!

Our usual nice drive wasn't so nice now.

On the way to Portland, because of the detour, we ended up on narrow roads, with newly graveled shoulders, lots of little cars coming at us, and driving in the dark on the last leg of the trip. 

Heading back home from Portland, we passed one road after another that looked good enough for us on which to travel.  GPS didn't agree.  GPS kept us on a straight path west, and a straight path south, until we tied in to the main road .

I would ask, "Why?"  

I would ask, "Can't we take that road?"

I would ask, "Is my truck supposed to do that?"

Or, "It feels like we're rocking, are we supposed to rock?"

Or, "It feels like the camper is pushing us, then it backs off, then it pushes again.  Is that normal?"

And, "Do you think we should've put on the sway bars?"

Jeani reacted, "WE HAVE SWAYBARS!"  

If she'd known that, we wouldn't have left camp without them hooked up!  She did know that I had been sick a couple of days, and that I had allergic reactions to this truck, and it was only my second time pulling a trailer.  I was new.  Because there wasn't a trailer brake she had me slowing down way ahead of time.

"Slow down, Pamela.  We need to slow down.  BRAKE, BRAKE, BRAKE!"

35 miles later, we stop.  Again I asked a question, "Would you like for us to change it up?  Spencer and Calvin in the truck behind us wouldn't mind if we all switched places."

"You have a headache?"  She nodded and looked away with closed eyes.

I got in the passenger seat, Calvin got behind the wheel.

Jeani got in the passenger seat of Spencer's truck.

I walked up to the window, "Sorry 'bout your headache.  Do you need water, or some protein?  Is it stress or the heat?"

She said, "Stress."

"Stress?  Really?  From what?"

"Too many questions!"

Well. Humpth.  That was TMI!