I have always had an enamored view of truck-drivers. Since I was a little boy. Back then, there really were no interstate highways. And, my family would travel the roads (yes, late at night- that’s how I learned that was the best time to travel). And, when we wanted to pass a slow-moving truck, my dad would double-flash his brights (bright lights) to inform the vehicle of our attempt. And, when we were in front of the truck, ready to return to our lane, the truck driver would double-beam my dad, letting him know that he was absolutely clear of the vehicle.
Continue reading Big Rigs a-comin’, comin’ down the road…
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