Truckers the life blood that keeps America going – both night and day you’ll see them on their way.
As the night closes in around me the endless black ribbon of highway seems to disappear in the mountains that lay before me.At times it seems as though it would take me into the heavens above with only the stars to light the way. Only the mind numbing roar of the engine breaks the silence for I know the mountains are still miles away and I know that before I get there the sun will be rising to start a new day.I know that I’ve got to keep the wheels a rolling because my destination is still miles and miles away.
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