With regret, I had to keep reminding myself that my time was over – let the young men and women conquer the road.
As I turned my rig into the “Autos Only” entrance at a huge truckstop in northern Oregon, my CB came to life with a cacophony of verbal abuse and other common adages not fit for print or the FCC. I realized at that time what I was doing and felt smaller than a single-celled organism about to be engulfed by a predator.
Listening to the haranguing without knowing the true character of the originators might incline one to think truckers are an uncaring, brutish lot – when, in fact, most truckers are caring and giving people of the road who would give you their last dime if you needed it. The gruff exterior as exhibited over the CB is nothing more than fa
