Trucker Storyteller
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
No reflectors.
And no signs.
None.
Not even those old green ones with mileage or town names.
It was like the road didn't want to be found.
What really struck me was how clean it looked.
Not tidy clean.
No leaves in the ground, no gravel, no sticks or mud.
Even though it had rained earlier that week, the windshield stayed spotless.
It was just too perfect.
And out here, nothing's perfect.
I figured maybe it had been recently cleared.
Maybe a maintenance crew passed through.
Unlikely, given the time and location, but not impossible.
Then the radio went haywire.
It started as faint static, which I ignored, but suddenly the volume spiked.
Just blasted static like someone turned the knob all the way up scared the hell out of me.
I reached for the dial to turn it off, but right as I touched it, everything cut.
Radio.
CB.