Why Do We Do It

Have you ever been trucking through a snowstorm, you know the kind, with those real light fluffy flakes that don’t want to stay put. They just want to blow around in front of you, eating up your headlights and driving lights. Blending in with the snow bank, covering the asphalt and giving you the feeling you are driving in a white void.

You meet another truck or even a four-wheeler and this void intensifies, you are lost in the middle of the highway, or hopefully somewhere on the highway, until this swirling cloud of snow settles.

You are blind for what seems an eternity until you pick up the snow bank, the road or anything that might give you an indication, you are still somewhere in the general vicinity of where you should be. Your heart is in overdrive and the adrenalin is rushing through your system. Your eyeballs start to feel like they have sand in them from looking into the snow. You starting to think, ‘I wonder if that warehouse job is still open?

Or maybe your going down a long slippery hill, loaded heavy. The Jake Brake is holding your speed in check with a little pressuer on the brake peddle when all a sudden there is silence as the engine stalls. LOCK UP! You scramble to get the engine going, shut off the Jake, pick up the right gear and some traction. You move up on the shoulder of the road, where the sand has dusted off the beaten track and you get every thing under control.

Don’t you think, at times like this, ‘What am I doing this for?

But truckers have short memories. When trucking is good we tend to forget these incidents, they don’t last to long. We only remember them when we want to tell a buddy or to impress a rookie. They make good stories.

We don’t talk about some of the great people we meet in our extensive travels. I have never heard a trucker tell another trucker, about trucking down a lonely stretch of highway on a early spring morning just after sunrise, coming up on a small herd of deer, off on the right-of-way.

Standing knee deep in lush, green spring grass, their reward for surviving a harsh winter. Standing in the reminisce of some ground fog, giving this vision a ghostly illusion. Then lifting their heads, momentarily at the sound of your truck and then, unconcerned, continue their repast.

Or an old cow moose striding majestically on to the highway and stopping to wait for her new twin calf’s to trot up along side of her. Then defiantly, like a cranky old cross walk guard; leading them crossed the Highway.

These visions are etched in the back of our minds, in our subconscious, because no words, neither the written nor spoken can justify them. They only come to view from our subconscious when we are trying to justify.
Why Do We Do It?