It doesn’t register until you hit the road: every man-made thing you can see, touch, smell, eat, or ride spent time in a truck…
On Interstate 10 between Houston and LA gigantic well-behaved containers line up and lumber slowly along in both directions. Easy prey for the Pterodactyl Overlords of the Southwest all trucks run at 55 mph. You’ll see cars but not trucks pulled-over for speeding. The loss of time being ticketed is too costly so truckers are religious—until nightfall. At night drones are called home. At night truckers make up for lost time. At night interstates become a Wild Wild West of blitzing Transformers streaking across dotted lanes ’til dawn. At night truckers are The Midnight Rambler and they Won’t. Back. Down.
The Ride To Forever – September 2013
Steel Wheels 