03/31/2024
I remember a simpler time. A time when you checked in twice a day with your girl, and your dispatcher. A time when the CB radio, and face to face was the only communication you had. A time when you had trust in your relationship, your friendships, and the driver sitting next to you at the diner counter.
I remember a time with no GPS. You had nothing but an atlas, and the word of a fellow trucker that, "had been to that spot before." You had to have knowledge, skill, strength, and experience behind you to do the job. The life line was the CB, or calling your dad from a payphone for help because he had been everywhere in the country.....twice! Just had to make sure you had enough quarters to finish the call. There was no texting. Just a pen and pad.
This career was not a job, it was a lifestyle. You didn't do it for the paycheck. You did it for the proud status of being a TRUCKER. You did if for the speed, the chrome, the chicken lights, and the camaraderie. You did it to see AMERICA. You did it because you were proud.
Trucking isn't what it use to be. It's cell phones, GPS, p**s bottles, sweat pants, and sandles. It's junk equipment and lack of pride. It's cheap freight, back stabbing, and being an outcast. It's lack of experience, lack of knowledge, and lack of caring.
This post is a THANK YOU. THANK YOU to those who still do this for the love of it. THANK YOU, to those who do it with pride. THANK YOU to those who paved the way for us. THANK YOU to those who still bleed diesel. THANK YOU to those who keep fighting the good fight. THANK YOU to those who keep the chrome polished, the chicken lights glowing, and CB on.
THANK YOU, to those who I've personally met and shared the asphalt with.
We may be a dying breed, but we stand tall, roll hard, and glow with pride!
HATS OFF, TO THE AMERICAN TRUCKER. THEY KEEP THE COUNTRY MOVING!
See ya on the super slab..... ✌🕵
