Trucker Storyteller
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
Same dark red color.
Same decal on the back window.
Keep on trucking.
Torn in the top left corner, just like mine.
That gave me a pause.
I slowly rolled forward, had light still on low.
As I got closer, I noticed the plate was so covered in grime I couldn't read a single character.
The mirrors were folded in, like it had been parked a long time.
But the engine?
Still running.
That soft, deep idle hum.
Just sitting there, alive but unmoving.
I pulled up beside it, leaned across the cab, and looked through the passenger window.
There was a man in the driver's seat.
He was sitting upright, hands on the wheel, facing straight ahead.
Still, like a statue, he looked exactly like me.
Same cap, same jacket, same beard, even the same tired slump in the shoulders.
I didn't know what to do.
My first instinct was that I was overtired, that I'd somehow leaped around and parked beside my own truck, but mine was moving.
I was awake.