I love trucks.
They provide everything to everybody.
When ya pull up at the Roadhouse….fuel up…have a shower…grab a drink and some tucker to take with ya…ya set sail on another journey…
They were all journeys… none two the same.
You’d have ya truckbag…all your favourite tunes on board ready to go…not exactly sure when you’d be back…say Gidday to your mates at the fuel pump…anyone and everyone were mates…
“Have a safe one,” we’d always say to each other.
It’s a wonderful realm to be part of…a sense of belonging to something when you had nothin’ else…a brotherhood…a sense of accomplishment seein’ things delivered…seein’ the joy on people’s faces…
It also had its tragedies. Nothin’ worse than headin’ down the highway and seein’ that bloke and his truck, the one you just said Gidday to at the Roadhouse, layin’ cunt-up down in a ditch, not knowin’ how things ended up for him, obviously his gear gets taken back to his family... along with the blow of bad news….
Shouldn’t be like that…
Lost enough friends…
Hope this story makes for a better way…
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