Much of my time in the oil field was spent in Midland and Kermit Texas. These towns were the very definition of oil city. Midland was a town where you could buy chains, trailers, pipes and so much more whole sale. Virtually everyone drove a diesel truck with a trailer down sketchy roads hurrying to location. You played chicken on the road every morning not because you wanted to but because that was the way of life in those parts. Many a times I thought to myself weather or not I was gonna have to take the ditch, and many times I did. One of the most dangerous aspects of the job was driving tired. I remember one time about arguing with a co-worker that they would have to take over once we got to the Pilot gas station because I was falling asleep. Before I could get the words out of my mouth as we sat in rush hour traffic I was rear ended by another driver who fell asleep. The other vehicle checked on us to make sure we were alright but before we could get any information he had speed off. West Texas is a place I don’t care to go again. When I did go there for work I always made the joke that as good of a life as I had it I had to pay for my sins somehow. I felt going to Texan desert was my way of paying retribution.
Texas
And the land of oil:
This is my adventure
