The 2008 Mid-America Trucking Show is over. Was attendance as big as past years? Probably not. Although the numbers are not in yet, many vendors told me the cost of traveling put a certain degree of hurt on the event. Small vendors with die-cast trucks, sunglasses, polish, etc. said sales were down as much as 30 percent. In my opinion, it seemed the crowds were thinner. OK, the place is hugely expanded and that could make it look less crowded and I guess we won’t really know until show management posts the numbers. Any way you look at it, it was a huge success considering the state of trucking's economy.The last day was still same old Saturday at MATS. Truckers out in full force, West Wing packed. Pride and Polish Show truck participants gathered for the Trophy Dash; the winners carried off fabulous trophies. Dave Sweetman, absent due to family emergency, awarded his traditional Pick of the Litter to OOIDA member Ronnie Baird. The Pride and Polish crew acting for Diesel Dave, awarded Ronnie the special recognition, along with $500 from Arvin Meritor and a neat pocket watch from OOIDA. We’ll have more on the show truck winners on our Web site later and of course, in our next issue of the magazine.
When the show is over, it’s Road Trip Time. Most of the crew left Louisville late in the afternoon, bound for east Missouri. Senior Editor Jami Jones was at the wheel of our rented mini-van. I was also in the fine company of Staff Writer Charlie Morasch and OOIDA Marketing Coordinator Nikki Johnson. These three are great traveling partners, I have to tell you.
I like drive-all-night road trips. I like feasting my eyes on cities like St. Louis at night and stopping in truck stops in the wee hours. Somewhere along I-70 just east of St. Louie we pulled in a TA for snacks and caffeine. I poked around looking at DVDs (hey, they had all of Burt Reynolds’ movies) and books on tape. Jami checked out a Buck Shot Pro game while Charlie marveled at a six-foot piece of beef jerky. We nixed the jerky, bought Diet Cokes and left.
On the way out the door of the c-store, we saw a driver in an OOIDA jacket. A fine looking gentlemen, fine in the way of Wilford Brimley. We introduced ourselves. He was surprised to see us skulking about the TA in the early a.m. but smiled big and shook our hands enthusiastically. I liked him. His name was Ed Sims. We shouted him good night and good luck. We headed back to the mini-van and Ed trudged back into a black parking area of trucks. I looked back and watched him disappear into the shadows. The lot was full and trucks were lined up solid. I thought it looked like the elephant graveyard.
