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DAMN! I miss HAULIN' ASS across West Texas in a BIG OL' CHICKEN TRUCK! You know that stretch between El Paso and San Antone?!? WIDE OPEN with cruise control, max A/C, and stereo blastin'---no other drivers in sight at times, or runnin' with some hand you just met over the CB---MAKES NO DIFFERENCE WHEN YOU'RE F______ FLYIN'!!! I used to call my old truck the ULFO: UNIDENTIFIED LOW-FLYING OBJECT---that sonofabitch could really move, like somethin' outta f______ "STAR TREK." Nebraska, Wyoming, Montana, Utah, Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico---states that still have WIDE OPEN SPACES where a driver can cut loose without fear of REVENUE COLLECTION... I miss those places somethin' fierce, but I'm hopin' to get back where I belong in due time... This cheesedick recession really sucks, and I hope it ends soon---I know heaps of drivers are goin' through the wringer right now, and my heart goes out to ya... They call me "The Railsplitter" when they're not mad at me, and I WISH ALL OF YOU DRIVERS THE VERY BEST IN THESE F/U TIMES. For those drivers locked into those DEDICATED HIGH-DOLLAR LOADS, like those copper spools or those oversized windmill blades, MORE POWER TO YA, YOU WON'T GO BROKE ANYTIME SOON. Adios, muchachos! I'm off to the refrigerator for another cold one! "Please, Lord, let my next ride be a big ol' airplane truck! Amen!" |
