POEM.

Fred, the lorry driver, lived with his parents. He worked for a transport company that carried goods from Johor to Kuala Lumpur.

Poetry,truck drivers cb speach.

A short travelogue and a list of events that went past me – a journey from Vytilla( Cochin, India) to Aroor( Alapuzha district). An accident which happened through and the changes I am able to view when I pass this well known path again!

The beheading of a passenger on a Canadian coach line.

Just a story I made up.

This is just a tale that describes the various types of fuel deliveries that are made. It shows plain oil used in road construction and runs up to the kind of delivery made at air ports. Most of it covers delivering gas at a bunch of gas stations either in town or a long haul away.

I almost did not survive.

True story that happened to me.

For the men and women who move the goods that feed, clothe and house us, and for the loved ones who wait at home. And for Nicholas Kenney, whose stories about trucking gives us all insight into that industry.