The Road
Warrior.

Heard at the fuel island:

I've been driving since before ELD mandates, when tracking fuel meant a shoebox of receipts and math on the back of a BOL. Thirty years. Same job, newer truck.

Somewhere along the line, the numbers that decide my pay moved into cabinets I don't have a key to. Carrier holds the fuel data. Carrier holds the mileage data. Carrier does the math, shows you a number, calls it a day. Ask how it was figured, you get a printout that explains nothing — or a shrug.

I'm not saying anybody's cheating. I'm saying I can't check. And a man who can't check is trusting, not knowing. The difference shows up on payday.

So when a driver out of Phoenix told me about this thing called My Truck, I kicked the tires. Been running it a few months. This pamphlet is my honest review — the good, the boring, the parts I'd change. My coffee, my opinion. Nobody paid for it.

Opens up and shows what's moving: load in flight, miles this window, MPG rolling. No confetti, no dancing cartoon. Looks like a gauge cluster — which is the correct thing for a truck app to look like. First app in years I didn't need a teenager to explain.

You buy fuel, you tap in the gallons. That's the whole ask. Ten seconds. There's a camera button too — hold the receipt up, it reads it and fills the gallons for you. Tested it with crumpled paper, bad light, gloves. Mostly nails it. And when it can't read the number it says so, instead of guessing. I respect an app that knows when to say "type this one in, old man."

Your bonus period isn't a calendar month and it definitely isn't a calendar year. My Truck tracks a rolling 28 days — always the road behind you, never a number that resets when the office calendar says so. Dispatch changes the rules mid-year? Fine. My numbers don't forget.

Set a target MPG. Set a weekly miles goal. It tells you if you're on pace — no lecture, just the pace. Found out my "good weeks" weren't my good weeks. Turns out I'm steadier than I thought. Ego took a small, well-documented hit.

If the truck's yours, this is a profit instrument, not a diary. MPG and miles trends, empty-mile analysis, fuel patterns, a month-end projection. Where deadhead's eating you, which lanes burn fuel, what the month looks like while there's still time to fix it. The spreadsheet you always meant to build — already built, and it doesn't live in your head anymore. That's the part nobody puts on the sticker: less mental load is money. Decisions from numbers instead of vibes.

Here's my favorite part. You keep the record — your loads, your receipts, your numbers. The app does the math, and does it clean, every time. If their number and my number ever disagree, that's not a fight. That's a conversation I walk into with my own paperwork, in my own hand. Keeps everybody honest — me included. Data ought to belong to the people who generate it. This app gives it back.

Sturdy. Honest math. Ugly receipts in, clean numbers out. First app I've kept on the phone past the first fuel island.

— The Road Warrior
Still out here. Now with receipts.