GO
BACK
What that means is walking the smoke
back into
the fire. Once that's achieved, well
then you're OK.
I went to Smathers, Ohio, driving a
Kenworth, doing
88 miles an hour for two hours at a
stretch. Lucky I
wasn't killed or someone else -
Those tractor-rigs get
jaundiced at such a speed and often
just refuse to stop.
Wasn't like that though : more the
genie was with me
each roll of the way : ashtray on
fire, the last truck in
Pennsylvania, I don't even think
they noticed me.
-
Tractor trailers are like the thugs
of the roadway :
brash, strong, mouthy and blunt. If
that ain't no
legal team, I'll surely understand.
Whistling past
the graveyard as I drove full speed
ahead.
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