After a couple years in the Army, I had decided to go to work for myself as a long-haul trucker. I was a combat logistics guy on active duty, in which I drove large semis outfitted for the desert. It seemed like the obvious, and safer, choice in the civilian world. I already had a Class A license, and with the money I had saved up from my deployments I was able to buy my first truck. It was a red and blue cab-over with extra room to sleep in the back on those long trips. One of my first jobs was for a major HVAC manufacturer on the west coast. They made these huge commercial grade HVAC systems for large skyscrapers and industrial complexes. The units themselves were the size of a regular sedan, so I hauled them on a flat trailer. They had to be strapped down with heavy tie downs, though they were so heavy I doubt they would move. I could get three of the large HVACs on the trailer, and with picking two more up for turn in on the way back I had a good route going. The first stop was to drop the smaller of the HVACs in Nevada, the largest one in Kansas, and then the last one in Texas where I would pick up the other two from an Air Force base and head back home. In all the trip took about a week, and I was officially in business for myself. The HVAC company ended up giving me a contract for more deliveries, so I would consider that successful.