I got my license in a less conventional way:
I worked for Pepsi one semester as a “ride-on helper”. I decided I wanted to get my license so I studied a bunch and took the written to get my learners permit. Trouble was there were tons of questions on the test that were nowhere to be found in the book. It is common-sense stuff if you are a truck driver, but I knew virtually nothing but what the book told me. I failed the Air Brake and Combination vehicle section twice. On the third shot, the lady just started filling answers in for me so I could pass.
Pepsi let me drive the routes with a regular driver for practice. These trucks were little compared to a real 18-wheeler. They had airbrakes, but the gears were synchronized, so I shifted normal. The trailer was only 34 feet long. After two weeks, I took the road test and passed with flying colors, giving me a Class A license, legal to drive any 18 wheeler because I took the test in a combination vehicle over 26,500lbs gross.
That night, the dispatcher calls and says to report in at 3AM to take a load to 3 grocery stores. I ask him what kind of truck…he says a normal Ford L9000. Cool. I get there that morning and the foreman points me towards my load. Ut oh! An 18-wheeler with a 53-foot trailer! I told the guy I did not know how to drive one of those. He said “you have an A license, you can drive it”. So off I go with absolutely no idea how to double clutch. I am grinding the snot out of every gear. Every hill I go up, I cannot downshift, so I just pull over and start from first again. Oh man!! I made it through the day, but I was all shades of red the whole time.
I drove the smaller rig for Pepsi the whole summer. The next summer, I applied at a raw milk hauler. I told the guy up front I had no idea how to double clutch. He didn’t care. He sends me out with a lady fresh out of truck school. The first night we go north towards the Canadian border. The next night we go to Queens. The third night, I go to Queens alone.
From that point it took about two weeks for me to get used to shifting right, and then I stopped using the clutch altogether. Ironically, that was about the same amount of time it took for the “Billy Bob Big-rigger” syndrome to wear off. That is, driving a truck is really not that cool after a short period of time.