Before I became the road warrior you see today, I endured the trenches of the restaurant industry. Picture this: I'm slinging subs at a shop where the paychecks were as thin as the sliced meats and the shifts were longer than the lines at lunchtime. It was a culinary nightmare, my friend. The only perk was the occasional free pickle spear.

But then, like a beacon of hope shining through the grease-stained windows, I stumbled upon an ad that promised liberation: "Get your CDL for free, we'll pay you, and you can kiss those sub sandwiches goodbye!" Intrigued and desperate for a change, I heeded the call.

Now, let me tell you, I took to those Motor Coaches like a duck to water. With my background of hauling my dad's big boat around, I figured, "How hard could it be?" Turns out, not hard at all. Six weeks of training later, I emerged victorious with my shiny new CDL Class B in hand.

But fate had other plans, my friend. Just as I was revving up my career, the plandemic slammed the brakes on the bus industry. So, I upgraded to a Class A license and hit the open road in a semi-truck, clocking miles like they were going out of style.

After a stint in the freight world and a nostalgic return to bus driving, I've finally found my sweet spot back in the motor coach realm. With a great company by my side, I'm ready to roll into the sunset, or at least until my retirement fund looks as hefty as my old truck's payload.