Back in the states, off to Bayonne for some gasoline additive for some folks in North Carolina. Had to get my pump working so as to unload the gasoline additive.  Took from 6:45 to 11 am, saw Mike the expert mechanic, was to sent to tankwash to see the "new Mark", he had one of the guys try as see if it was spinning with a blast of hot water.  No luck.  Back to Mike, come back in an hour, working on somebody else's problem, Pull tractor into the open bay.  told to come back in an hour.  went upstairs and played on the internet.  Mike came running up after about 45 minutes.  Some how they had gotten it to spin. (by loosening the bolts on the housing)  Had to get it washed quick before the gunk set up again. Got the pump washed and proceeded to Bayonne.

At Bayonne, while  loading the 4000+ gallons of gasoline additive, the tank ran dry.  So  .... I had to close the tanker up and get it scaled for the amount that I had, then come back to the loading rack  for the balance from another tank.  Then back to the scale for the final weigh-in and then finally get the BOL.  However the papers must include a Certificate of Analysis.  It took a long time for the paperwork to come out the computer, due to the fact that the product had come from two different tanks.  So I finally got to leave for Salem, NC in midafternoon.  I made it just south of Washington DC before I needed a rest.  Since gasoline additive is Haz-mat and placarded, I had to take the "Francis Scott Key" bridge rather than the tunnel in Baltimore.   [Yes, You can see from that bridge!]

The next day in Salem, NC while I was unloading at the gasoline terminal, the temperature was a pleasant to me 50 deg. F, but uncomfortably cold for the assistant manager of the terminal who  has to watch the unload for safety reasons.  For conversation sake because once the unloading starts and everything is working, there is nothing to do but to watch. [like watching paint dry], I said to my shivering bundled up companion.: "Just think two days ago, when I was unloading it was 55 degrees colder".  Then we got to discuss the weather patterns in eastern North America.  Sure beats watching paint dry in excruciating silence.