Trucker Storyteller
๐ค 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.