Southcross1
05-07-2008, 15:42
So one day I get a wild hair and decided to drive a truck over the road. 18wheels, 10gears, and a bunk. So off I go. The freedom of the open road. Yeah right. 14-16 hour days. Dirty bathrooms and bad food. Whores knocking on the side of the truck at 3:30am. Or the crackheads begging for money to buy more drugs. 38cents a mile. And you better not idle. No matter how hot or cold it is. Getting 6miles to the gallon? Ya' better get that up, driver! Getting sick is real fun. 1000miles from home and day-quil. (Night-quil is illegal on the truck.) Sweat that flu out, keep those miles up. Peeing in a bottle, cause you gotta get there on time. Eating truck stop food off the steering wheel. Drive 11hrs a day in rain, sleet, ice, fog, snow, dragging 80,000lbs of china made junk.
I'd leave the house and not come back for weeks. Slam those gears. Miss the wrecks. There wasn't a week go by to where I didn't drive by a highway grave. From cars to other trucks. Dead animals to dead people. All shapes all sizes. Being from Texas, snow is a freak of nature, to me. When you see trucks collide just a head of you, and hear that sound of metal on metal, you sober up quick how dangerous it is. Black ice is plain evil. And in a truck it''ll kill you 18X as quick.
I missed a five truck pile up, that day. Sailed 75,000lbs through a ditch to save my life. But that's not why I quit. Life's too short to chase the almighty dollar. The farther you chase it, the farther you get from your family. And I don't want to get so far away, I can no longer see them from where I'm at. Happiness lies in the eyes of a child. Having your little girl hug your neck, while saying, "luve you Dad-dy", is priceless. Thats where the wealth really lies.
So I'm done. No more funky states. No more a'holes trying to run you off the road. Now, I'll drive a end dump around my Texas town. I'll come every night. I'll be dirty and tired...But, I'll be there when my children need me. They can come get their damn truck. No longer will I just be "Meat in the Seat."
I'd leave the house and not come back for weeks. Slam those gears. Miss the wrecks. There wasn't a week go by to where I didn't drive by a highway grave. From cars to other trucks. Dead animals to dead people. All shapes all sizes. Being from Texas, snow is a freak of nature, to me. When you see trucks collide just a head of you, and hear that sound of metal on metal, you sober up quick how dangerous it is. Black ice is plain evil. And in a truck it''ll kill you 18X as quick.
I missed a five truck pile up, that day. Sailed 75,000lbs through a ditch to save my life. But that's not why I quit. Life's too short to chase the almighty dollar. The farther you chase it, the farther you get from your family. And I don't want to get so far away, I can no longer see them from where I'm at. Happiness lies in the eyes of a child. Having your little girl hug your neck, while saying, "luve you Dad-dy", is priceless. Thats where the wealth really lies.
So I'm done. No more funky states. No more a'holes trying to run you off the road. Now, I'll drive a end dump around my Texas town. I'll come every night. I'll be dirty and tired...But, I'll be there when my children need me. They can come get their damn truck. No longer will I just be "Meat in the Seat."