I stumbled into writing these little rants for Overdrive late in life. Up to then, all my bombast and bloviation was broadcast on one channel exclusively, that being the old One-Nine on the citizen's band radio. I was a failed English major, a wash out from the Ball State University Honors College, a diesel dilettante of the rankest order. That said, Minnesota writer and radio host Garrison Keillor once proffered that when you're an English major, every bad thing that happens to you simply becomes material.
As a trucker, I had collected a lot of material – more than 3 million miles' worth .
I was still rocking a flip phone in 2016 when the folks I work for put an Android tablet in my hand and tethered me to the digital grid. Yes, dear reader, I'm talking about the mark of the beast – the electronic log.
Those first few months found me casting about, looking for some outlet during my mandatory 10-hour break. Maybe I should take up woodworking, I pondered. What I discovered during those early months was that, borrowing the aforementioned tablet, I could type up these caffeine-drenched diatribes, email them off to a couple dudes I'd met at a truck show, and they'd put them out to the whole world in their magazine. It was like being heard for the first time.
Marhoefer and Overdrive editor Max Heine fist met in the context of the Overdrive/Red Eye Radio Trucker Talent Search, where Heine (right) served as one of a panel of judges and Marhoefer became a fixture after finishing runner-up in the competition in its second year in 2014.
Seeing one's work published and commented upon after 3 million miles of invisibility was its own drug. One of the two dudes who reviewed these early ramblings was a fellow named Todd Dills. The other was his boss, Max Heine. Now Max is 68, and off to his retirement years...So I’ve bellied up to this keypad to leave a few small words in this great man’s honor.
